Creeped by

 

Sure things went on

Another regular day from the time I awoke.

Drying out from previous day’s rain, light wind and sun,

Just to tell you how it went after it had begun.

A Saturday all for all to enjoy.

To get you straight I saw no one and nothing happened.

Maybe that’s why the day went so smoothly;

The day had no ripples in it.

Full rainy day

 

Woke to the tapping,

Rain drops smacking;

Coming down crystal clear

Nothing lacking this wet November day.

The final leaves will soak and fall,

Winter’s ready to make a call.

This season has done the job,

Wrap up with an apple Bob.

We won’t play that game,

Years have passed, it’s not the same.

We’ll remember and surrender 

To the grace of the years.

quiet hollow

 

Fewer than usual is less regular.

Sun shines calm beginning this day.

Could have come up with more, then again

i prefer a clean look without imagining overboard.

Easy does it

 

Sliding out of bed

Crisping somewhat ahead.

Thin blue overhead.

Red leaves turning orange.

Low dawn cracks slipping in.

Let’s you know day begins.

Gas out now

 

Our efforts are attentive and cautious.

An eye out for what’s next.

A crossroad is ahead. 

I remember the Woolybear.

That closed years ago, we’d have breakfast there.

Just to try it.  A spot alone in the country.

A bird just flew against the window.

A real whap; I hope it’s all right.

I jumped, saw it fly to the bush out front.

Now it’s here picking berries.

Gasing up for a flight south.

Every body’s working.

another time

 

Have the way open with tickets and packing.

A good time to settle in, see friends again.

Check the familiar streets,

Ride the favorite buses to familiar places

We’ll test the pasta at Pasquali’s.

See old friend’s faces.

Checking new and proven places.

See museums and hear hard rain.

Ride a train,

Look around some.

It will be fun 

To be home again.