Turn of the season
comes a parade of changes
I am wide awake.
Turn of the season
comes a parade of changes
I am wide awake.
Autumn’s symphony
softly humming harmony
of birds and church bells.
Cloud full fall morning
traipsing off somewhere away.
Returning’s a gift.
Late summer malaise
Stuck in my own gloomy thoughts
My private prison.
Cool summer morning
All of us liberated
from the heavy heat.
Where our essence lives
lies our true fragility
as well as our strength.
Miles lies at my feet
my toes rub back and forth of
his curly silk head.
Words fail me today.
My red dog hurls invective
at all who pass by.
Cottonwood tree stands
head and shoulders above All
romancing the clouds.
Some Other rushes
to greet this day with aplomb.
My energy flags.