poetry - jack sender - all of my life
quiet completely. no chatter about.
with no one thinking’s this can be called a thoughtless day.
nary a head turn. i imagine this is record stillness.
toast and coffee, that’s it for me.
preparation for the day ahead.
you are kidding. where to begin . . .
A degree above freezing;
Ding-near cold for a rabbit.
the title for this rhyme
call them poems … many don’t rhyme.
Is or are … joking some now,
All have heart.
Must read and be cautious for
What is written. Sparking feeling.
Starting over.
Cool and light rain, called drizzle.
Charming … leaves falling.
A beautiful time of the year.
I said that fifty times or so.
Driving light traffic country roads
Is a pleasure. Through the window today
I saw a leaf falling … Lonely, coming down solo.
there are many more to drop. Maybe half have fallen.
The colors are bright. The air is still.
Infrequent falling leaves as I watch.
I’m putting out nothing special thoughts of this fall morning.
Maybe we’ll see the rabbit this afternoon.
Trash pick-up today. And one of the last local vegetable days at five.
A concert at seven.
Now a quick walk up and down the driveway, then read a little McMurtry.
Our group Living with change meets at 2:30.
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sky spaces blue
far beyond high thin clouds, above
orange, yellow and red-rusty colored trees
over long fields sprinkled by thousands
of fallen leaves
in morning dew
i think of you.
feel the breeze.
this is where we find the opening.
how to look once and keep looking.
tell me what you see.
Can not see the lake from here.
the queen has moved on.
she walked on board in fifty three.
We saw it on our first TV.
For us we have a wonderful, colorful
Seventy-five degree day in autumn, hurrah.
Look at the reds and orange. Yellow brights.
Stretching out and long lasting.
The more she mows, the more that falls.
Pulverize it to dust for the yard’s good growing.
What days, what times in color.
Spectacular summer days in fall.
