moderate: breeze, humidity and temperature.
in-the-middle of an average day, i'd say.
Then i went out to the sun.
lovely. summer on the run.
The date’s unknown when I scribed this poem
in 22; close enough, that'll do.
I’m 139/83 blood pressure with a temp 96.1 the
nurse poked my butt left and right.
Now I wait an hour
Then flower on home.
Then power on home.
Time set back an hour today.
There is order all around.
Have to give hours a number
Make the rules
then change them.
The world is getting crowded.
Take your time.
Can’t rake, have to blow with small
noisy machines. You can hear up the block,
and around the corner; take hours to do the job.
After so long i can’t walk out there any longer.
What do these people have in their heads?
We’ll have a warm afternoon; maybe the last one.
Winter has got to be arriving soon.
This nice weather can’t keep hanging on.
Blue sky and direct sunshine pour on us.
Come on in good day, spread all over.
we wait all year. not exactly, but knowing it’ll happen.
a handful remain hanging to the trees.
twenty percent. overall the color has faded.
leaves have let go by a large measure.
air is breezeless, cool a bit, not much.
overall the autumn continues calm. not so strong,
this day starts November.
It only happens once a year;
after it’s dry, after full color.
like a winter blanket the leaves cover the ground
after dripping down,
smothering sounds tranquilly.
so I walked the front and sides.
there are a lot of leaves. wet and large.
no trace of anybody around; meaning birds, chipmunks, squirrels or rabbits.
a quiet, nice day again.
find comfort.
Some had marijuana growing in the closet,
Not to get rich, to get high some.
Big deal.
Better than booze.
Now laws change; what about that? Just wait again?
Takes a lot of time. Come on. Be reasonable.
I want to free all those who errored a little.
Give us a break. And hungry people, please help them.
can we sit by the running water, lake or river,
hear the quiet, don’t get excited.
a few birds pass overhead. warm day.
take it easy.
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.
the winterberry is out
so are the robins
working hard to eat all they can
before flying South
or so, then to return in the winter.
i am not a bird charter,
only reporting what i think
will be. i have read the red
winterberry fruit is a favorite of robins.
already they have nearly cleaned
the bushes of berrys
Against the Yankees, first inning.
Three to nothing. There are fans who
haven’t had their first beer and
their team is wrapping the season
before they can sit down.
Want to talk football instead?
i’ll do what fifty thousand other fans
will do - hang on.
What do you say, feeling okay.
Arbitrary. Out of the way.
Monday’s usually, seems to
be followed by another day.
Great answers are not
Always found each time
You look, you see. Often
The good line occurs to me
During the evening and
I don’t write it down;
So you know where it ends up.
Been watching it happen
It was slow to begin; now the color is intense.
plus leaves are falling heavily since last nights rain.
all over they’re dropping quickly as they should.
our woods now is thin. you can see through more.
season change is happening all over.
there is joy in our hearts watching autumn unfold.
Healthy feeling out. Not overly cool this morning.
Temperatures are holding in a moderate zone.
I’ll be reading McMurtry; enjoying the day.
Wondering what happened to get me here.
Times move along.
Absolute rather blue sky and cool it is;
will jacket up and walk a while,
enough to stretch, probably wear me down.
Why that’s good is a mystery
and all will say so; so there.
bravo for thinking about it.
Something To Do Bob in action.
Thanks Bob, for the memory.
Some fellow that dated my sister, Therman, used
To say the same joke about a movie cowboy,
Tom mix in cement. He was a good natured fellow
And he told the same joke every time I saw him.
He died. I don’t recall what happened.
I just know he was a nice guy and then
He wasn’t around any more.
