wait in the field
dull days are omnipresent anyway.
rubbing against me something happened to humor
mine. It was dropped on the floor.
kicked once or twice
scratched through days of research.
have you felt well about the Significance
of testing and the competence of complicance?
daily songs in my memory
remind me, which is strange.
i have a good imagination.
when nothing else works remember to smile.
what we have learned
tell me soon
what it is
so impossible to hold
I've seen it.
do you recall?
do make a note.
who is the answer
draw the bow. quickly.
you've got to wathch carefully on the edges
walking there required atention.
and balance yourself carrying coffee.
easy does it. patch in a line
fly away wren.
coffee; this morning over a cup i see
trees, many ... the thick of the woods.
overall quiet again in the glen.
nary a soul about.
September has silently launched fall season.
we'll wait for the color in the trees.
seems we have two months from start to finish.
a while to go, that's good reason.
there is no grip.
tell me now
did you feel the earth slip?
who is holding our system together.
oh, i recall delightful water falls in other years when
weather and foliage were in harmony.
one follows the other. watch seasons unfold.
the story will be told.
but it's not yet October.
we can fold over,
now wait the leaves to color
dry fields and trees.
i happened to look
when seven deer crossed the street
two houses over. it was the whole family
moving absolutely quietly.
the youngest was small
and the father carried an impressive, large rack of horns.
they walked to an empty lot.
couldn't see them.
i don't know how long they stayed.
i never saw them again.
knew it would be
although the future seemed a dream.
the pitcher now hurls the ball 100 miles an hour.
plenty zipping.
batters standing at the plate
don' t have time to relax and think
when the sphere speeds toward them.
will it be where I'm swinging?
is it high or low
straight or curving
am I ready
to poke it a mile?
easily we wake, i'm uncluding you
giving credit whether you deserve it or not.
this is your lucky day, eh?
what do you say? feel great, hey?
you walked right into that.
now it's middle of the week.
weather reached a peak.
in a month or so I'll wear a hat.
i'm thrilled.
aim low and live pleased.
a dream time lugging in a bag
to carry the load
wipe it clean with a rag
say you've been told
been thinking like summer
now here's the number
a change in the runner
so long cucumber
you're fried, oiled and chewed
add music for the mood
you know the perfect ending
a well-made pizza is our food
line 'em up. want to hear?
this time it's canadian.
way back upon a beer. that's a story.
long ago. remember. or maybe sooner.
next week.
september in the rain. a drama that we'll
make up as we go.
colorful skies and ice cream ... will keep us occupied.
i need to paint it.
i'm certified
colors ready.
took a few hours before i noticed
no one was around the neighborhood.
hardly a movement outside.
Thursday afternoon would turn out to be a sleeper.
still and warm ; no, hot. say i forgot we had
no breeze. the temperature went up a few more degrees.
heat is coming again, yet this morning ...
this morning it is nearly cool
definitely comfortable, you know the feeling.
all begins the way it should.
dress for the joy of summer. i would.
the season is a runner.
lit in stars, while here down under
we feel the way we do.
today is filled with blessed wonder.
wait now for rainstorm thunder.
riding tied in place
smooth and familiar.
take it at your pace
where you're safe and the boss.
no one will argue
the weather's so right
when you're in a comfort zone,
little doggie, have a good night.
rabbits were out some
back and forth in the wooded area.
saw from the kitchen window.
ate lunch, afternoon heated.
kept low.
we had them. enjoyable.
a few days of nothing happening in the sky.
a dull time, up there to down here.
sunny and warm, pleasantries deployable.
i'll say it again in my heart.
you don't need to read the final part;
nothing happened.
crowded by splashes, left and right.
up against a building with
no dry space to move ahead.
can barely turn to look over my shoulder.
seeking a dry place to hide from the rain;
at least the cold wind can't reach me here.
great.
i'm pressed against a wall.
hear the passing train.
you hear that?
the reason is the wind coming my way
nearly blows me off my feet.
come on, we're out of here.
you drive, i'll ride.
what are you smiling for?
let's go. run for it.
can recall a day without rain
somewhat plain
down the lane
goes by saying
a wagon drawn by horse
they're out there, of course
merrily we spot them
never to be forgotten
though it was another time
before cars were the solution
speeding all the time now
and my, so much pollution.
mainsail drawn and lifted,
only the jib for the last few hundred yards.
soft breeze this afternoon.
tide is changing now.
mostly boat people on the docks.
a couple nod or wave
others with their minds full can't see everything.
the current pulled me home.
all quiet and content at this hour.
As few squeaks and cleats banging.
the end of the afternoon.
went out and back so soon.
so much we've enjoyed ...
growing, giving savour;
as now we take it all
on subtle tints in whiffs of flavor.
this morning is cold and damp ...
am i joking? It's how morning feels.
today radio mentioned the explosion.
which reminded me
i'm six months and six days
older than the initial atomic blast.
also i'm ten years older than McDonald's.
a softer realm where
the buildings and the people
lived a supplemental story.
different everyone's aboard.
the cast has nearly rolled over.
the color of the trees
and clouds and everything outside
looked like rain.
i've painted it, and lived it
and nothing happened
and i said it again: it lo
oked like rain.
fifteen minutes and i said it again.
without a boom of thunder it fell
heavy as ever rain happened.
plowing to the earth.
wonderful summer rain.
