All along the way

we meet those who help and those

who hinder. Let’s be helpers.

~

When we greet strangers

as if they were long lost friends,

one who’d hinder may help out.

Gold leaves and pink streaked,

pale blue sky – Nature has its

own special style.

~

Uninvested in

silly human conventions

like contrast or complement

Does scarcity drive

consumption more than outright

prohibitive injunction?

~

What’s beyond our grasp

for whatever reason makes

us reach for it even more.

Time crawls when waiting

for test results, but the mind

doesn’t stop racing.

~

Anxiety builds

in the silence of waiting

amplifying every fear.

Indivisible?

You keep pledging to that, friend,

but do you know what it means?

~

And what about that

other part -with liberty

and justice for all?

Today’s news wasn’t

music to my ears, but we

can compose a different tune.

~

A Cacophony

is, sometimes, just what it takes

for us to pay attention.

Icy autumn rains

with the warnings of a freeze,

presage garden’s sudden death.

~

Or at least a long

winter’s sleep before a new

beginning next spring.

Limited options

can sometimes release latent

creativity.

~

Creativity

flourishes under hardship,

thus producing improvements.

Pulling out often

doesn’t go quite like we plan…

in both love and war.

~

All plans, from the best

laid plans to the unbest, oft

can go astray.

I’m pretty sure my

list of things to do stretches

from here to Kalamazoo.

~

The problem with lists

is all the things you will miss

on the road to Michigan.

Blue Hawaiian skies

and bright tropical sunsets

can’t match Virginia breezes.

~

Spoken like a true

Virginian who Hawaiians

would say is full of hot air.

Any skeletons

in your closet you could hand

out for Halloween?

~

All my skeletons

have been outed long ago.

Such is the way with old men.

Ever less sunny.

these vanishing autumn days

wind down like a denouement.

~

Dwindling daylight –

both denouement and prelude,

Autumn’s goodbye and hello.

Gusty winds scatter

leaves all about, creating

a moving picture.

~

Add the unique sounds

and the scattered scents; it’s like

movies in “Odorama”!

Autumn Thunderstorms,

though lacking ferocity,

compensate with their surprise.

~

Sudden but mild

beats slow moving but wild

every single time.

It’s hard to keep track

when you feel like you’ve really

gone completely off the rails.

~

If it’s a train wreck

on which you model your life,

rails are unnecessary.

Many old grey men

long to secure the future

but won’t engage younger men.

~

Some old grey folks

want to secure their future

at the cost of younger folks.

Going with the flow

is fine unless you’re headed

for a waterfall.

~

Some folk just assume,

stout, oaken barrels they ride,

will carry them through unharmed.

Burning up the roads

leaves a poet feeling like

your basic dumpster fire.

~

If he took the road

less traveled, perhaps he’d slow

down and have a chance to write.

Sitting on the couch,

Knox by my side, I give thanks

for his silent company.

~

He’s a perfect man;

no muss, fuss, or opinion

to disrupt your quietude.

Perfection exists

in our imagination;

only there, and nowhere else.

~

An imperfect start

can sometimes take us beyond

our imagined perfection.

They tried to sell me

an anti-aging product.

I said, “No, I earned these lines.”

~

I knew long ago,

no matter what they tell you,

aging’s inevitable!

Meaningless meanness

seems to be the currency

of some elected leaders.

~

Meaningless meanness

seems to be the lunacy

upon which they thrive.

Is there anything

better than a lazy, fall

weekend afternoon?

~

A warm lazy fall

sunny weekend afternoon

is very nearly peerless.

The show must go on,

at least that’s what they proclaim

despite… in spite of the pain.

~

When we look back, we

may find it was the show

that helped us manage the pain.

The pond reflects light

from sun and moon and shimmers

with golden delight.

~

Beneath it’s surface,

the varicolored grass carp

bask in that shimmering gleam.

When profits eclipse

everybody’s suffering,

you must be a C.E.O.

~

In such an eclipse

Cruel, Egotistical

Operators thrive.

A rainy start, but

a blue sky, sun filled ending

to a hectic day.

~

Again, after dark,

the rains return with vengeance

to saturate the soil.

Seeking perfection

most often finds us wanting,

reaching beyond our limits.

~

What’s a heaven for

if not to encourage us

to reach beyond our limits?