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.
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.
Appears fallen and blown,
Mostly spread in order.
Now all is drying out again.
We’re between rains for a while
The world is in a rough phase.
You can’t close your eyes to conflict.
Families are being divided,
We need clean water to drink and to wash.
Countries are engaged in war.
Hatred is why prayers began.
Peace is what we need.
Gone way down some.
Over freezin’ , but still runnin’ close.
Not much temperature left to whale about.
Just noticed nothing outside.
Not this morning.
november’s a shockin’ start for all.
I saw those stars when I was a kid.
The house has changed
The angle the same.
The month and morning time could be near right.
Has the star alignment reregulated?
Is anything that I’m looking at the same?
What’s in order up there?
This is the sky seventy years ago I’m comparing to.
The house is gone
The direction the same.
My sky, me looking.
A star or two.
Not like it will be in a few months,
you know how it gets.
Will be.
Oh it will.
This is baby cool before the end of the year.
I had the tv on and I heard some words about cool weather.
We’re in that part of fall weather
When it finally gets cool,
We had some wind
And about half the leaves have fallen.
A lot of color is everywhere.
Got my curl of wet attention.
No more than could be handled.
droplets coming down currently.
Wait, it’s sleeting.
Coming down.
Fill all the little ponds.
ducks, heads up!.
A salute good morning
The rim of sky cloud is screaming bright.
How do you do?
Starting to think of Rome seriously.
Run hard
Ahead
Mark the spot
Where ‘s been said.
Across the yard
Use Your head
Pattern’s marred
Try this instead.
Tub of lard.
Paint it red.
.
Saw a black truck zipping by
while here leaves sleep in peace.
not a knock on nothing to report.
Solid grey sky forever today.
Practically a surprise when it gets here.
The end of October
Leaves changing
Branch’s stiffening.
A week to Halloween.
Apples nearly ready
Why they call it fall.
Shall I pour some cider for you?
It is a pause in our relationship.
Bad guys slipped in, our loved ones left.
The way the whole picture goes
If you stand back far enough to look at it.
We knew this yet never wished it.
Always looking ahead ; we expect a new season.
Right now all around it’s quiet on the lawn.
Then flash … one is back.
Waiting stiff this day
Now outside add wee bush movement.
Organizing events to undergo
Planning is wise and necessary.
Line all up.
Quietly we set forth.
A grey sky October leads us slowly.
We are on our way.
Beyond green they’re gaining color.
We’ve picked only a few to get started,
Let’s see how these do.
There’s time for more.
As hours pass others will be turning.
There will be color in the field.
got stacked like days when pancake
packed in syrup came smoking with goodness.
Shelby where we called waitresses by name.
At Ted And Allie’s meri parked by the door.
A couple times a week meri drove thirty minutes there and back.
Never thought bad about the distance.
We went out for breakfast.
That’s how we did it.
golden breakfast when we call.
had to review a section,
that point where start is.
see how much we can renew.
seems the neighborhood is unplugged this day.
few and not moving to report i say.
this is the temperament.
in stillness we sit.
so here’s our way..
so sorry our good-hearted running back
is out for the entire season.
i am sorry the fellow got hurt on the opening play of the year.
now we are sitting quietly without spirit.
our team has dropped several notches.
meanwhile my tooth has been extracted six days ago.
coffee is my fortune.
serve me up …. well, il’ll get it.
nick you were our spirit.
somehow we’ll rebuild with you.
with you, the greatest part of our spirit.
Good morning for the warmth
and the reflecting golden glow.
It rained throughout the night.
The tapping drops came steadily.
a skruffy large cat appeared in the front yard.
I walked out around the house checking he was gone.
Don’t want cats around.
All is quiet again.
