Getting together

 

Sorted clothes for the trip, sort of.

Meaning, I have selected what I’m wearing.

Much supposedly complete and comfortable.

Washed, folded and packed.

Not lacking.

To the sky stacking.

  

Disguise the limit

 

Coming up the back trail, 

Straight along directly into town.

As clouds gather.

It will be an average rainy day.

Rolling grey balls

 

Today clothes get put together,

We’re coming to go time.

A few cars, no walkers this a.m.

I saw three cars already, two or three.

Indescribable

 

The color is new outside.

Light with a breeze.

A fresh adaptation from the old.

A different variation.

Curious how how all has changed

To something unseen before.

The trees. Bushes even the lawn

Have mellowed into color not previously exposed.

A week away or so

 

I’d say we’re coming on it.

The big trip that’s been delayed 

so long, now can you see

It’s here on us, oh yes.

Packed and prepared or so,

It seems we can say we’re set.

To see our friends

On our familiar lanes.

We’re going home again.

Back to our dear friends,

Chalk up our old sights,

Back to our memories.

Shiny bright

 

The golden day opens

We’ve a new amount of morning leaves.

Hip deep and golden

Shaken out in dampness 

They have continued dropping 

There is no stopping until the end

That is winter.

We’re beginning 

To get there.

The season end is where the next will begin;

Get ready.

Very light blue

 

Bright around the edges

Trees are thinning out

The sound is leaves falling.

No one outside walking.

I say that and a car speeds by

Followed by a dark patrol car.

Couldn’t see how it ended.

If the cop stopped that car word would

get around the coffee lounges.

Fog sunday

 

Got it thick here

Took two hours to rid of it.

Fall day cool is it

Football or opera?