War is hell

 such torture the world suffers.

unnecessary to endure.

not stars nor flowers or love.

come out of that; turn a light on above.

it's coming from the sun

it’s fitting that I start from here 

the tale that I can’t tell 

just meditate and don’t relate 

you know the story well

 

 i’ll tell you what the prophet sees 

the things I can’t relate the thoughts you’ll twist into your toys the things you won’t debate

 it’s not what you expect you see that’s how we play the game we hesitate instead of flow as the world remains in change

 the greatest words I’ve written the wildest things I’ve said were sung by children half-asleep and wetting in their bed

 there is secret news I’m going to say it’s sleeping in your heart but take your time, it’s here with mine don’t leave before you start 

 it’s coming from the sun there’s nothing more than that the fire burns, heats the earth and here the poet sat while knock, knock, knocking the postman at the door brings coupons free, some for me and still I look for more 

 but there’s something that I’ve written the wildest thing I’ve read when world began in secret news the words some others said it’s not as you expect, you see that’s how the world does go we go about trying to learn instead of forgetting what we know

 while knock, knock, knocking the old man at the gate chases his hat, loves his cat and that’s more than he can take

 beyond the last tomorrow when the old man loses sight thoughts will rush like choir boys passing each by candle light 

 it’s coming from the sun 

  i can see it coming down 

what it is our words won’t say but there’s sure enough around

 it’s fitting that I say no more of the tale that I can’t tell 

after all, I’m only you, a poet too, as well

sail on lightly

 the bay in light winds, always ready

  on clear, fine temperature, sunny days.

  i love how your waters rolled under me.

 Cousin Don. Sharlett. Crab louie.

 Mike, dock workers, familiar faces.

at home on the cove. 

 beyond is my bay.

with  the great, steel, red-orange bridge. 

call her the Golden Gate. 

how did you slip from my grasp?

i know you're waiting for me

 as i for you.

i had so much life to live.

Pot lucky

 time for good weather

here it is now and what do you know?

our  deer friends nibbled buds off everything they were able.

little trees, good bushes, that's their table. way to go.

they snip sharp as scissors.

deer do. snipping whatever.

good luck now.  today a Pot luck after service.

can't wait to see what everyone brings.

 nonsense, of course i can and will...for all sorts of things.

i love good taste like deer do.

warm and I walked our grounds

 not muddy but soft.

would be great if it drys.

and jo's lemon pie was a winner;

one of several at our pot luck dinner.

tuesday some

 back to dimitri's.  the dog opens at eleven. 

 we found

 no parking in front.

the day very cold, wore my heavy coat, walked

to the door.  the food didn't

get her vote.  a matter of poor grease.

Potatoes and eggs were fine.

i thought ... and thought ... it was okay.

we took Catherine there another

time ago.  we're Oberniks now. 

sun and colding

 seems should be dickens better

thick and fine; keep in line. 

 it doesn't look like jacket weather. 

the calender creates another tale.

on the ground is a surprise sight

the falling snow is sticking white

some cities are better for what they did

they built their baseball stadium with a lid

big, fat, way out of season snow flakes

have been falling since eight this morning.

no pause. four p.m. it's nearly stopped

Six inches of snow is now melting. rapidly.

busy weather day happening. 

Mystery

 no deer or chipmunks; no sign of them.

 that's why it's so quiet.

cri-min-nently (one word for the occasion.)

Meaning caspita or holysmoke.

looking,  perusing quietly.

thought I'd say a day like this

the robin doesn't seem to know

he's a robin.

 

we're all out'a sorts.

pinch me

 the decorative old  grey piano shop on the left bank

has a family business next door which

steamed clean the load of wash i carried there.

would be

if the weather only warms

in a display of it's charms

summer then will burst forth

to hold us in its arms.

lines of grey

 beyond the far horizon

 heavy  rain clouds pile.

morning when i'm rising

 darkness stacks up half a mile.

Dreamed

 swam all night in dream

mainly upstream.

 peaches and cream filled my head

so it seemed.

Prefer

 woke up on a saturday and couldn't say 

the word preferably.  it came out in pieces.

stumped me completely. 

otherwise, I'm reading an excellent 

book called The American West by Dee Brown.

  been reading the same story

In five or six books for two years.

Started with Tecumseh WwhT beyond Lewis

and Clark into the old west 

eventually into the twentieth  Century.

Wednesday

 middle of the week, 

keep holding on.

spring has reached Its peak.

soon rain'll be gone.

  

Had it

 in a good way. what'd i have?

all the necessary lines.

looked around on dry ground.

then i found every pound.

the name, the month.

couldn't find those. uh

checked several times.

the wrong year.  It was there finally.

when i found the right year.

my name is Rosa. 

i'm cleaning, doing poetry repair.

for me and you, reader. i swear.

who is the leader?  in the air?

we all care.  back up. back up.

everywhere. now take it easy.

lovely day

 says it all, now what do you say.

tell me how you feel.

it may warm soon.  by afternoon?

no way.  not today. but spring is real.

i know we need more flowers.

from what is seen, lawns are green.

spring is early. on the way 

in a matter of hours.

 

 Kirtland

An hour away.

Quilt show until May first.

april 1 2022

 on the top right of the main page tap "home" and you will have twenty posts per page. 

also on the home page is the "archive" revealing posts back to 2007.

Carolina sun

 as the heat of the Carolina sun poured down 

brothers Wilbur and Orville worked

 to overcome the skeptical naysayers.

first building then improving while

 experimenting with their flying machine

 amid the blowing hot sands at Kitty hawk.

such unbelievable excitement and courage 

 while maintaining calm composure and 

persistence on the way to their goal.

it was one hundred years ago the Wright 

brothers  from Dayton, Ohio calmly unveiled

 a gift to the world: the flying machine.

what a time this 20th Century.

no sooner did the first horseless carriages   

begin shaking, throwing dust and rattling  up and down the 

streets when flyers appeared in the sky overhead.

&&& 

Pulitzer winning author David McCullough 

brings to life the story of the great adventure -

how man began to soar like the birds: The Wright Brothers

the date

 it is a pleasure to be reading a book

and when suddenly the date is mentioned.

i find it is this week or the other day.

makes me feel positioned in the right zone.

not far from home.

neither the suthor nor i are alone.

we just moved closer together.

this works in any weather. 

weeks to go

 after a month of waiting

today i got two injections against covid.

special shots for people with no imunity.

now i wait, just wait, two more weeks

for imunity from the medicine to kick in.

how now brown cow

needed rhyme to show i'm serious

not delirious in proof this is a poem.

poof. up in smoke. and like shots -

double poof. 

Scratch this.  It's too early to write right.

day do you have?

 to go major factual i

checked the calender

it's 23 March in this year 2022.

  then noticed  the farm fields.

 

soggy all around; sure enough.

dark clouds this afternoon.

nothing significant.

appreciate what we have.

a song in the morning

 i got my hat, brought my coat

taking  a walk is what i'm about.

Oh, i'll bring my book in case there's time.

leave yours on the hook, next to mine.

so sit a while, stay in line.

 think and smile.

may some sunshine start the day.

during a lacuna i'll make plans

on warm beach sands

to lunch a bunch. Oh man, ole man.

so close to rhyme.

hills to climb 

curiouser and curiouser

first day o spring

 feels like it ought to be

sun, still, wonderful.

nothing to fabricate  about 

this repetition of goodness.

moving

 into a new day unobstructed. 

Loosen your scarf

unbutton your collar and relax.

there's nothing like

sailing over a light traffic, gentle road

 with the object of doing well ahead

to get your chores done.

 and tell me: is the day fun yet?

today my

 today Thursday the 17 of march 2022

i checked the time ...

the sun set at nearly seven thirty pm,

hanging while slowly dropping, 

 Like looking into the face of a

powerful, red glowing cannonball.

that approximation hangs on the clocks.

how well they're set today.

i take responsibility. 

such

 such a lovely day and quiet.

only thing to hear is ringing in my ear

when i think about it.  but i'm too busy

thinking to pay that kind of attention.

breezeless

 all the sunny, calm, warm afternoon needed

to seriously open spring is here.

 heaven is a clean car

  and gas in the tank.

crushed in white

 blanket tight wrapped my shoulder.

sure dark and cozy as i slept last night.

dreamed through silence.

a calm reliance in my heart.

to generate a new beginning,

 starting over heading for a new spring.

snow will melt.  no more dark sky.  

this winter's over. 

let school yard voices sing.

right off the bat

 first day and there is

one interested in our home for sale.

we're going to the clockman

i called and

 clockman is closed until Monday. 

no driving that way today.

forget the meatless so-called 

impossible burger

and fries, and adding to our ketchup  stash.

grey, they say will snow anyway.

i had to keep reading that to see what i was talking a bout.

forget it.

just another day.

how much going on can happen?

not a ketchup's worth.

International women's day

 around the globe it is here 

yet only beginning.

it will grow 

and we'll all be better

'

 

two horses

in the small corral

stand in extreme opposite corners

though horses like company

these two must have been

together long enough

each knows what

the other has to say

Ukraine 2

 It has to end soon.

the killing and destruction

are beyond the pale.

comfort

 twenty something degrees

 and cold means comfortable.

while waiting in the car

sitting in the sun.

war ukraine

 war is disturbing. a monster let out among us.  we can hardly get away. a million people have tried. families, small children. mothers and fathers on the run.

 where are the old buildings?  8 and pieces. favorite chairs and dishes. treasures passed down in families. could not carry it away.  

in transit.  who will plant the family garden this year? remember the neighbors so steady in the good times. love and kindness will remind us.

Deer so

 the fur on the deer

 is durable like double pane glass,

giving protection to thirty below.

for a deer to chew a shrub is like finding

 a breakfast of bacon, toast and eggs

 over easy.  deer have good imaginations.

winter break

 sunny and warmer is the current 

condition.

this could signify that extreme cold

and heavy snow has finished for this year.

i imagine most of us are in agreement

that the time is right.

Ukraine

    we are so sorry

    for you, and now for the world.

God protect the people of Ukraine

who must fight to stay home.

lets call this by the day of the week

 where it has appeared.

even though days slip away mirrored 

and reflecting each other

rember this by what day it is.

and I'll say i'm labeling 

before it slips beyond.

 yeah, Thursday ... 

a splash in the pond.

     reflection 

surprised my month is stretching

 my birthday month usually runs by like zip.

this is a big deal to live in my month a bit.

i tell you so far it's been a nice trip.

 let it rip. don't slip.

i like new york

 for some reason i haven't

been to the Big Apple for a zillion years

or twenty-five,  before the towers fell

been a while ago.

i'll think of NYC and smile. 

and don't remember well.

seems new things are coming in my head

 faster than i can absorb.

bouncing around, ideas are.

warm weather, blue sky.

TIMES SQUARE for enjoying.

not toying. wrap that around ya, Sunshine.

cold again

cold between ... i could call this that.

the point is: it will be warmer.

we'll wait for tomorrow.

they say that's how long we have to wait.

we'll see how it goes. 

today  i'm reading 

about injustices to native Americans. 

though we certainly have traded 

instances of misbehavior,  we and they.

7 However:

it was their land until we showed up and0

forced a new order. 

the entire earth has 

gone this same way.  it never changes.

notice how fast we're spinning.

 

i just had coffee, toast

with banana,  almond butter 

and jelly. Meri brought me the coffee

so I wouldn't spill it all over myself, the

 computer, the carpet, the furniture

and  our dog or cat if we had one.

either one, both.

anyone.  watch yourself.

grey on

 water dropped from the sky last night.

this morning we've more green grass than snow.

can use a break  from winter inclemency. 

February natural , where did you go?

dark some

 same ol' winter talk.

  rolled in thick snow weather.

looking out thinking

it's how winter memories are made.

ground's snow covered tonight.

turn on the outside light.

quiet while snowflakes flew.

dark earth is shaded, rolling blue.

In a chunk

 we've a bite

of dear February going, 

missing. chunked out.  gone.

look at this month where you can see it.

 a calendar does well for viewing.

now call this month half gone and it has

been a pleasure. 

some snow,

nothing much else to note.

 can't gloat, so feb is light for pleasure.

vacant even. 

dormant catches it in good measure

 idle. can't hear it ticking.

exhale easy, easy.

turning

 can weather be so on the verge

of changing from the throws of deep winter to a later, lighter breathe of spring.

Let us not kid ourselves.

The middle of February is not the 

time for a weather turnaround. 

You may think about it;  

It then quit, get real.

you can wait this out for a while.

real change will arrive later.

afternoon sun

 what a strong time for beams

shooting straight to my wall

over fields and trees, across 

yesterday's fallen snow, frozen 

stiff, cold with nowhere to go.

beam on will ya.  shine in.

afternoon sun we'll take you

a few hours. beam in lovely.

you're ours.

clouds abscent

 here is Sunday, above ... blue sky.

thick snow on the ground, three days old.

 what more do you need?

 how about a hug? less cold.

 warm stones on a crackling fireplace 

and a cozy rug.

that's why winter has a pretty blue sky;

to distract you.

you're fond of us and we of you

 ladies, to the ocean of you ...

  if the tide needs rolling in 

 men know a woman would

 help  pull and finish the job

falling snow

 got dressed, did work on what i i'd written.

snow continued to fall all morning as hours passed.

white beauty through the window.  

 snow accumulates.

Rain on feb 2nd then big snow .

  can we sleep with spring 

melt changing to a blizzard?

well it's this afternoon.

three days they've been saying. 

 

 oh, yes it's Grandma's birthday.

 i'm the last celebrating.

i'll ask my daughter the record keeper

which one i'm celebrating

Just talk about it

 that's enough to get us worried. 

 foot of rain then a foot of snow 

how'd they get pictures 

  hasn't even happen ed yet.

old black and whites blurry 

how they swung the camera a round.

Some don't have names

 titles, not names like bob and maria.

 examples include: mailman

captain, that's a title for you.

be wary,  what's hard to rhyme.

takes time.  mr  i mean.

where are we heading?

Into a week filled with snow.

let's take it easy this winter day.

imaagine warmth and the scent of

burning man pungent cedar wood.

 light and quiet on an afternoon.

we can take a quiet day

leaning on February

 going  to tip it open

unzip the weather package.

see what comes to fruition.

ripen away lads and lasses. 

sunshine now will you, please.

i must be nuts, it has  been snowing all day.

little flakes continue persistently.

the month has proven itself

Thursday three snow

 flakes  falling

suddenly thick over a heavy red cardinal.

 other birds fly low over rooftops

through bare bushes.

the cardinal finds shelter in a near tree.

snow lightens, i'm writing

as the birds flutter by.   

when now snow is heavy again

birds get out of sight.

i see deep in the thick branches of a of green giant arborvitae

the cardinal sits tucked in

waiting out the winter fury.

Thuga.   

day later

 snow filled the town yesterday

both sides and down the middle.

a helpful warning came from the weatherman.

he sung it out and it sure came down.

forget about it now until next time.

it's 41 degrees this afternoon.

then going down to 12 tonight.

Scary promises.  wrap tight.

 

A foot of snow

 more to the east

here at least is plenty.

a surprise to see in the morning.

be around this week they say

it's staying cold, not melting.

a January pelting. how winter's sypposed to be.

Sea chanty

 i ran a few notes together,

maybe six.

was ready to write a melody

went to bed instead. 

 

thought a while about what I'd write 

woke up  spending today

reading weather threats,

snow is coming in a huge way.

we have been warned.

we're in harm's way.

well, on the edge of it.

pretend we're on a boat and sing a chanty.

Skiff to the sloop

 i've a quick ride

whether i take my time or not.

hardly the other side.

a few hundred yard6s i've got.

ridding in a light wind

 i'll watch the tide.

 the sun is right again.

weather is right most any day in Sausalito.

Between days

 drink coffee, sure; and there's more :

been eating candy canes

small and plenty. that is the

last confession i'll ever make.

 

oh yes, i brush every night.

clock work practically. 

my  dentist  has

been good to me

 and i want to do my part.

Cool day

 still this afternoon and fortunately

absolute quiet blends in this 

 neighborhood like mustard and onions

 on a foot-long baseball dog.

 

today even birds are taking the day off.

20 degrees,  going down to 12 tonight.

Sunshine runs through giant  clouds.

laying on the wall.

hooking up to dream

4:30 or so on an  otherwise peaceful morning 

... i laughed once out loud ... loud.

 i was sleeping when i woke up  to laugh.

what i was dreaming escapes me,

but it sure must have been funny.

i do a night time laugh about twice a year.

not sad to report.

get moving ... Ethel

 the day could be special.

i just thought of Ethel Swanbeck

our long term representative in the state's  House of Representatives

lived in our little town, House member for eleven consecutive terms

from 1955 to 1972.

she was a fine lady.

Her grandson Ray and i were at

the state House one afternoon and 

we're introduced before 

the assembly. remembering Ethel

made the day special.

the Mid-Twentieth Century,

and our time was special.

she made it so.

My, have you heard

  Monday the third, yesterday ... that's the easy part.

 on that lot no one's forgotten,  the workers are back in a giant yellow truck.

they're going to begin digging a crawling space 

below a house that is yet to be built.

 

a mouse can stay there for now.

a house will be built over the hole later.

i've seen the workers do it before;

once they get started there's no stopping them.

 

They are six hundred meters from my window.  I can't tell if any of the three workers are women.

At this distance they are green pants, green shirts and hoodies ... right, green.

They look tough. There are no subtle curves.

and you're right, Monday was  yesterday and yesterday's gone.

Saturday the first day of the month

 The first day of the month

Why doesn't the first day always occur on a Tuesday or Wednesday? 

The tale of the week seems infeeb led to begin a month on wrap it up day.

Goes to show you how unimportant the way we analyze has effect on the real world.

We can glide into important decisions and have no power at all.

Have a fit. Have a ball.

my powerless wish has the effect of a stall.

stand in the hall.

New house

 being built across the street, 

has taken a month.

sure is neat.

however it's way white; that's too bright.

and not a window on the east side. nada.

they'll never watch a sun rise.

probably won't be raising chickens.

A week begins

  Mat'll show up, come in a truck.

to continue his work 

 remodeling our bathroom. 

He has pipe and wall cutting to do

so Meri is going to park our

Car out of the way, across the street;

on the street.  i just heard the car start.

 

now she is walking back. comes in,

hands me a mask. Yesterday 16 k cases

cases a day then 20k. where I can't say

too many figures thrown at us

every day. buddy holly, we remember you.

every day. going faster than a roller coaster

Warming up outside

you still need a coat

but it is near spring temps. 

scratch that. baby, it's cold outside.

what do you know. i'll stay in and

 sip my coffee. Old news.

 To wake this morning was easy.

we heard pounding drops of rain 

On the roof this a.m.

sounded , heavy,  persistent. 

 now a weekend of football on TV.

A couple of degrees over freezing.

well i can talk about it.

 Cleveland lost a game.

my sweet daughter called. so did Dona.

now it is still out. 

I'm going to walk up the drive. 

 Eighty feet up then turn around. 

 Exercise hey. Good for ya.

christmas does have ways

 it shakes down on  all of us

in smoke and candles, music, colors, candy;

 family and friends. celebrate the best you can.

in your mind and all together.

 

words we've hurled in good intention 

for the rest of us, all the best to us. 

let us mention  ... around snowflakes and in hymns -

bring joy to the world.

effort

 scratching down a few words,  

 a warm day could be savored.

 toast and coffee favored.

arrows for my quiver.

 fish come up the river

  seagulls flying over ...

shake it off and wait a while.

something will come by, make me smile. 

after a while

 when solitary, quiet night designs cover me;

drifting in ... got to be ... sets me free. one two three.

what about and how to write a poem.

find it. passing birds on the wing.

 

when i wake

 creative thoughts  have traveled on. 

   all is gone.

leaving me to begin not knowing where to head. 

 

how to start;

 a blank paper is how to begin

where thoughts are thin in the margin.

with the sun shining on the wall or through a window nearby.

sun in view or on me.1

works every time.

a worker in the house

 a worker is in the house grinding, pounding

and making as much noise as i can possibly stand.

today i am looking at the clock wondering 

how soon will he go home and will he c

lean up the mess he made before he packs up his tools and gets out of here. 

i have bee9 n very nice to him all day.

Cold a bit

 snow isn't seen. Yet.

we could do with some.

i didn't say that we needed snow.

have to finish the year first;

that's not demanding much.

seems how winter usually begins.

with stretches on the calendar, regular.

so now is getting into the season.

it will get here.

the kettle's on the boil now

the sun shot Its last ray 

snow is on the way.

Final two weeks of the year

 Yeah, It's here. 

Measure of time.

The days seem fine.

Mark them off

 yours and mine.

We're clipping 

Along, you know.

And there I stumbled to fill the gap

don my cap ...  got here quick, like thunder...

Wind

 can't call it heavy, didn't weigh it.   Just let it blow.

keep out of the way.

southern U.S. caught terrible destruction.

here, up North, we got away.

we could hear, it wailing ... making the rounds.

got my attention.

now yesterday is gone; all is calm again.

let the new day develop.

Directions

 following order

 what should be, across the river, 

where geese fly low. 

I look over my shoulder left and right ...

what are we working out? when I read what others have written how they found direction in their lives I realize my direction flowed out from under me. 

i did my work and went where life's river took me.

could i have been more kind ...

worked harder? i don't think so.

I only had the brain I took along.

Okay?  What do you say?

Another point, are there soup balls in the freezer?

some ways to ponder

  no wonder the weather wins attention. 

It's winding up, getting ready.

so mention November; how it went fast. 

marching past. Yeah, yeah.

adorable remains the memory. 

holding on while leaves orange and rust 

all be gone.

we watched the month go a day at a time.

now it's on my mind to write

 concerning snow  and sweet words of love

swirling in peace as we view a last glowing ember.

rolling notion. secure lotion. what's the potion?

hospital today

tied in with tubes

what they do best

 for me a day away

having a rest

November away

a dash of cold now,

the real winter is ahead.

it will take until January to arrive.

there is no rush.

today starts December as unassuming 

and as unannounced as possible.

 

 The sun rose high on the flowers

Then stepped up to my windowsill 

we are all teachers

everyone you meet is your mirror. 

a reflection. Stand up straight.

Just talking, Doing my best. 

How about you?

There is more to go, be reasonable. 

We're getting four new tires today;

Doesn't happen often. You need it 

when it's time.

now thanks giving

 no snow this holiday

 some taste of cold

without waste of freeze

sliding eaze, breezing speed

no need fear for running deer

the day is plenty clear

no snow to fog the way

 it is sharp and brisk this dark morning

wish a good day as November slides away

let us wrap the year 

and wishing  it goodbye 

in smiles and hugs

Holiday

  it is a day of gratitude. 

happy holiday and thanks for all we have.

Joy for all.

we can do better if we stay thankful.

Rain or snow will happen;

either one will please me

If we keep dry. 

In Afghanistan

 Women are being allowed to work again

but they are not being paid.

Thanksgiving thanks

  not having a traditional dinner

so we say, then we'll see.

 you know how it goes.

depends on how cold wind blows.

we'll see for the two of us.

knowing  my mind's memorys holds keys

Oh, Yes please. i recall. winter snow falls.

for past years, family and friends.

this is the measure of holiday all.

years in our hearts

days go without saying.

holiday's call.

snow predicted

    Yesterday weather forecasters predicted up to five inches of snow for areas east of Cleveland. Close though we may be, all night i heard no soft muffling patter of falling snow on the roof.

    This morning there was no white stuff covering the ground. I checked the weather on TV and found no mention of snow. Not only did the snow disappear I couldn't even find two of the stations that vehemently made these predictions. 

    This morning I did hear reports that some streets were salted. Here in our small berg west of Cleveland it is cloudy. Neither wet nor exceptionally cold. Label this a regular November day. However, there is no traffic, no car has passed our house, and I saw only two people out walking. We usually have a few more of both cars and walkers.

now we can dream of winter.

have no fear it will be here.

white fakes will fall and adhere.

stay set to cheer, snow will appear.

 

 

 

 

got a chill on

the season is a big factor. daily.

not hanging out for a nighttime baseball game. 

the covid has us alarmed.

we'll stay home and go out for groceries.

and let winter be on the way.

 

we haven't had snow here to speak of.

flakes is all. flakes are all.

and we know it will happen.

winter in Oberlin is more than a possibility.

we can bet on it.

we'll see how it turns out.

Walking across the road at slow bicycle speed

a couple of people watch and pay heed 

 at Grafton post office when next a lady comes out

stopped at the road sign, then turned to read.

she wore a construction working-type suit 

crosses the parking lot to her SUV

looked like she planned to 

leave the vicinity.

 

behind her on his heavy green bicycle

 another civilian carefully rode his bike around

 not making a sound

no idea where he's bound

not him nor me.

we'll wait and see what is found.

little sureshot

don't now where the name Little Sure Shot came from. It could have been from a movie in the 1950's. It sounds like Danny Kaye and Bob Hope with Lucile Ball. Hollywood had a stretch when it took little seriously. Anything for a laugh. The name is cute, I stumbled upon it, so here we go.

 So Buffalo Bills wildwest show had Sitting bull and he always called her Little sureshot.

riding long and far in a lifetime.

She was real. Entertained in this country

and in Europe. 

She was the star of the show for Buffalo Bill.

 born in Darke County Ohio

150 miles from our town.

Annie Oakley shot her way with her rifle for fifty years.

what a little cracker.

Friday

 Two pm. a zoom.

Jeeze-0-pete the line of appointments if i look the other way.

Seems a few to remember.

At least when i was working they'd pay for my time. 

I even need more time for ...

    How are you?

.....i'm good. And yourself?

good day's worth to you

 been prepared to cease dreaming,

discard that heavy cloak and wake.

took all night thinking about the day condition.

didn't rush into becoming alert.

had it planned: reading, writing, the routine.

this counts for some, no doubt.

the sky is dull, grey is here

hanging above the same, i fear.

Packed in enjoy it

 Leaves heavy wet in the ground

We can enjoy the colorful company packed in

They have turned to rich and golden

Outside the nearest tree is reddest for all to enjoy.

November has given itself for enjoyment.

Remembers the best of fall

Philothelocynine blue

 This is the blue to dab

 with titanium  white

to reach the color of the sky. 

my oh my. 

 now it looks like the leaves were never touched.   They pile thick and high. A few more were shook loose and fell.

I haven't seen leaves so thick for a while. Reminds me of my pond. I bet those frogs are well packed-in this morning. I haven't seen them for a while but i can imagine. 

Good fall day

 not walking out there now

only looking, holy cow.

the out of doors is filled with sunny beauty. 

a great November day open in solid sunshine.

light golden rays settle over the morning. 

Autumn leaves have finished  turning.

What do you think, beautiful, eh?

Thermo out

 the reostat quit so we changed it.

all was fine for a few hours.

next day the new one quit.

The house was cold.

so we fixed it all again.

everything unfixed

ran well after we fixed it again.

day is off

 the animals are not seen.

it's a cold start on the day. there's a wild light blue sky.

i'd expect leaves to fall, but they don't even wiggle.

so i wish more was happening.

one dog walker, that's a low count.

no cars going by; that's down on the number.

no news, not even any; i checked, i read the headlines on-line.

here's how slow i am writing this: another car went by.

it is not a speed zone out there, it is zero happening.

hope you're getting strength by saving up

on this day off.

forgotten summer

 starting November is enough 

to make me forget summer last;  

here we are three days have past,

that 's sufficient  reason.

 

 fun thinking ice cream thoughts -

 a quick way back to the warm glow of a favorite season.

 mark down you're going swimming on the calendar's next warm month we come to.

 

write a note  now so you won't forget.

in the quiet i remember summer. 

happy thoughts work well

any time you can catch one.

Bright daze

 so what! bingo. work it out.

can use the sunshine.

will tomorrow bring a bus ride?

i have to go easy now.

how did all get so twisted?

Halloween

 the date marks us, sparks us.

should  declare 

enough to shout black cats, costumes

and lucky stars, diamond rings 

and golden bars;

hours are ours 

with candy bars

 music, play

Right side

 Get you bicycle riders over ...

on the right side.

0.01 percent of all life on earth is

Human.

Tie your shoes.

i'm having lunch but

i'm watching you.