Way over

 There, between the 

Last house and the sky.

The sun is coming on.

Good morning.

Orbital

 A novel by Samantha Harvey

new posterboy

 i have to make new names to fill the spaces.

horses, cows, all the races.

 can i back and patch it?

 maybe salvage the rows and fragments.

 

comments i am now seeking.

 

 

apart

 computer is failing

i am doing half.

  yeah i'll take care of things.

 

maybe tomorrow

Seems inevitable, you know

 

grand clouds stuffed in the sky 

on a familiar way, 

one of it.

 the clicking does stick, 

 knocking in dry air. understandiblly.   holly-billy

 i'd reccount. we can follow that

 reasoning. tumbling behind.

Light white snowfall

moderately say it 

sing less winding 

November in a pile. without warning. 

a light pack in. 

all aboard. 

 sifting the light away.

 steady

Crossing slowly

 

geese - the significant

when driving in a dream there is
no need to signal, yet i cordially wave and smile.
traffic heavy melts together on the road,
shut my eyes and nod off into a cat nap.

in a splash, came to wakeful senses
i did in a crowd. horns honking.
waved back, had the change,
paid the toll. told myself i could finish

this dream, in an hour, if i rush.
hit the gas, checked the time
and then realized an hour had already passed.
time flies, you know, some say, they’re right, some time.

took another bite of sandwich,
chewed slowly while i wondered
where i got it and how to hold it
with two hands while driving?

seemed mayonnaise enough to me ,
i smiled at the hearty bread, tasty as reality,
with long green salty seeds in it,
and the tomato slipping out.

aware that all the red was taillights
all the honking were wild geese
making restful music as i
closed my eyes to finish dreaming.

thinking the one last conscious thought,
that i like geese, i really do.
never met one though to get to know,
i’d surly like to

Wind blow down

 

leaves are slick, 

more than we've seen. 

pile 'em thick, no in between. 

all is wet.

honey, it’s fall again,

Leaves get ready

And we do too.

Blurs of color dropping.

the universe

 

it's large,

takes up all space.

that's why it's crowded.

both in here and out there.

 

why is this so,

and it confuses me.

 i didn't mean for everything to be confused.

it should be simple.

 

 can this be out of line?

 i suppose so.

 

how often

 

 

there you go

or here you come

the blogger has to spell,

and i hear many say the t in often.

 

it should be pronounced ofen. with a silent t.

more fun to say.  ofen.

quit crawling into the t.

make it easy on yourself.

Keep clean the road

three or more inches of snow, 

 and this morning continues.

 

 thick, persistent flakes fall. 

 steady down. 

constant. 

 

remember when it wasn't snowing.

Early to rise

Quite ready this quiet morning. 

 No body circling the pasture. 

ten degrees and it seems colder. 

we'll find who's about.

Running

on the edge of tomorrow, the start of the new year. line up the days, clear out the haze. there's nothing to fear.

Many lights if colors

see the trees filled. 

we saw rabbits last night and this morn.

 cold and wet now. and we've two weeks until January.

 the days are long. Darrel what did i say sixty years ago at Christmas break? 

That we'd be back and wonder where the time went.

Working on

we've watched the weather coast 

now December has about run out. 

no snow has lasted, but the season is hardly past. 

i suppose snow season may begin, any time, with short warning. 

we'll see. yes we will. 

keep your gloves handy.

running faster toward the holidays circling on the calender wraping cookies

how did it cure?

see if this puts i am on different lines. what say?

on the ground

snow on the ground will melt today.

 all away. we've seen the last coming down.

 nothing more have i to say, about snow. 

 gone, you know ... for this year. 

getting ready now for pizza, and warm afternoons. 

want to pass through the virus phase, come out the other side. 

see friends face to face. the regular old human race. 

go out for breakfast. 

take our time rolling through the back-country. 

watching the sun-shine, 

and the corn grow.

 

 

Green again

lost all snow, picked up rain a solid day of it. sets another mood. a return to wood. should and am be happy for what could. is late fall again an early winter twin; yet warmer, a good season golden are fields and sky. dont know why. peaceful feeling. u will work again and lineup sides,

White days

bunny tracks cover the yard, easy to see, not that hard. scarcely a blemish to be found. of course rabbits hardly make a sound.

Pompeii on tv

snow and Rome in very cold weather. 

 here is cold, not Rome two thousand years ago. 

 been waiting winter, heard today it isn't officially here yet. 

 how much else do you need?

 i think we're set. 

 i'll think on this. 

geese - the significant

when driving in a dream there is
no need to signal, yet i cordially wave and smile.
traffic heavy melts together on the road,
shut my eyes and nod off into a cat nap.

in a splash, came to wakeful senses
i did in a crowd. horns honking.
waved back, had the change,
paid the toll. told myself i could finish

this dream, in an hour, if i rush.
hit the gas, checked the time
and then realized an hour had already passed.
time flies, you know, some say, they’re right, some time.

took another bite of sandwich,
chewed slowly while i wondered
where i got it and how to hold it
with two hands while driving?

seemed mayonnaise enough to me ,
i smiled at the hearty bread, tasty as reality,
with long green salty seeds in it,
and the tomato slipping out.

aware that all the red was taillights
all the honking were wild geese
making restful music as i
closed my eyes to finish dreaming.

thinking the one last conscious thought,
that i like geese, i really do.
never met one though to get to know,
i’d surly like to

 

 

Too tight

tv camera shots are too tight. duck your head. smooth your hair out. lineup, Andy relax ... be real take your time. here's the deal ... easily said

No threat snow now

over the great lakes how'd we escape? a snow bomb. nearby but not here. plowed pretty good all around, again we lucked out. saw it blast, accumulation passed. we got by another time.

What you like

thick grey cloud cover seals us in neighbor. here its noon and i realize nothing has gone by all day. not a person, auto, dog or squirrel. rabbits have been gone two months it seems. time will catch up. we'll smile again.

Development

wood crates two days later i read to see what i was talking about. no solution, only a guess. things are moving along. fine? moving. take care as you roll along. i like crates.

on edge of sorts

keep running for dogs sake. nothing special, a regular trot will sufice. thereis not much ice. how are plates wih birds on GOING, seems a slow winter day and wih light falling snow i know the season.

seeking where this is. old computer unfmaliar

No snow winter cold a bit

it's nice out there 

when you're fully bundled 

and warm is how i'm wrapped. 

crumpled in a package. 

 

Good for taking me outside 

up and down the drive. 

feel alive. sakes alive

 snowflakes

 

 

 

Good light

the combination of seasons, this and the last. winter is a hint. dark is quicker. rereading A ken follett. after thirty years it's like the first time. a fine author for me.

Election is happening finally

been waiting a long, long while. enough. need it all behind. have reading and writing to do. my words have been shallow. could use a referendum i even feel i've gained a pound. look at the stars or remember the sea at night; what a hevenly scent. from land you see the stars, from the sea you can't see them well. i think of stars in my dreams. sparkling stars come aboard and yes, swimming. that's good dipping.