yes, rain again

a calm song going on not too long, relatively. what's more? our song is drops wet from the sky oh, my, so i see it falling, splashing good morning damp on our camp this Sunday, a funday filled with football. somewhat as soon as we tune it in, turn it on. good day for keeping dry. go ahead, now try. i'll read some, play the piano, create a line or few, it's what i do. this one's for you. tap it out like code. that's the mode, i'm told.

Eukraine near cold weather

we see it closer daily, been a while but you know. and sure you're able but, like you i'd prefer warm soup and the fireplace. a candle for soft light dancing flickers on the wall. peaceful thoughts with those you love near. all warmth and smiles, calm shadows and hymns; family and friends kindness soaked with grins

Slip down

The mercury in the thermometer took a hit. Then skipped ,, down. Walking on the block near the lake is coming old. And comforting. I Won’t go out to try it. Not today ,,, it’s too cold to think about it. No breeze. Don’t need one. Not inside I don ‘t.

Cleanup

one word, several jobs: raking, cutting, sweeping. November sees much yard work until trees are bare, yards are clean. nighttime the winter moon shows white.

Impossible

it's impossible to wake without a thought and begin writing over a light blue empty sky. good intention will take me how far? we will find the response to this querry. aren't you fortunate? i ask the question of my problem and you can ride along at my side. i'll look both ways at every corner and keep speed manageable.

Quiet neighborhood

the mail person dropped junk post into our metal box. the lid slamming was the first sound i heard today.

Things to say some

this is not the biggest news. not news important only information. stuff: what it is. i don't eat meat i eat butter. how's your diet? thinking eating - how about ice cream. have more good weather going on. not quite as cold, all is better. sun is shining bright feeling right. found in my phone where i can maKe notes. this is good information. now i need only remember a while until it's automatic easy street, oh yeah.

A line out at a time

go figure why construction has changed; workers are willing yet parts are difficult to acquire. the light green and blue of the reflecting bay invites geese to swoop in to float a day in calm waters, quiet under the sun. from a small boat i too will drift enjoying the warm afternoon. such a beautiful day, near perfection. all i need is a small boat.

Serious post

enough accidental fluff, this is crunch'em direct throw into the arena. well the rabbit is hiding, with no forwarding address. the temperature is in the low twenties; about as low as a body can take in November. it's Sunday, the browns are playing. there's football all over. the San francisco forty-niners are a treat for us. we had a good time and are left with good feelings from the bay area. oddly Sunday wasn't fooball on TV memoirs, it was the Chinese and tai chi in Golden Gate park; then boats and painting wth Stanley. love to you San Fran. put in a memory of Golden Gate Bridge because it is prominent.

Used to living in the cold

this is the kind of poem warm hearts absorb. they do daily if they can find many offerings. if they can't then i'd say life is about normal. isn't that how lives move on. no question. living with normal everyday, anyhow. that and a bus pass is all i need, well, lunch money. i can't imagine how much i save not buying tobacco. hey, ice cream keeps me going. i hope the bunny shows up so we can know he has a spot out of the below freezing temperatures. i meant she, we think she's a she.

Filling in the gaps

worker-man comes to measure. sounds like he checked the angles. i waited making my own notes. His name is joe. He left his truck running, lights on - it is three in the afternoon. Time moved easily, all went well. she will get a new oven someday. The afternoon is calm and cold. friday eve and we'll be quiet at home. no idea if the rabbit is around. it should have a hole, the temperature is 21 degees, that's below rabbit comfort of 32.

Snow on The ground

all the color, falling leaves, chilly days, then to wake this morming withe a mantle of white, winter snow covers the field's floor completly. thin as a coat of primer paint but accross as far as you can see. frosty snow covered all this morning. hello November white day. we've been waiting for you. you are a thrill.

Word game aboard

 Instead of waking to think a poem

I now follow the game route most popular

Then quickly walk into  a wall.

Could I clarify this? Steady now.

I have no desire to battle, not when I can prattle,

After all, i learned to fence in college.

Fighting with a foil seemed pirate ship practical.

It’s what you need on the high sea, or in the bay,

What do you say, Bobbins?

Keep your foil and long boots handy.

I have no idea why long boots were pirate practical.

Canons mounted in the deck are understandably steady.I

A good roll near the bay

when sunny and warm seems fine.

What do you say?

What do we say?

Drop in numbers, signifying atmospheric temperature

How can weather folk think way ahead?

 Talk a week afore a certain weather happens.

This  makes everything derivable. 

 Now I pause and lost my intention.

That shows you the worrysomness of writing some.

And it’s poetic cause it rhymes a crumb, chum.

Are we back on target? What say you?

Perhaps this would work better next week.

so then they flip

 

Earth's magnetic poles flip every 200,000 years.

We have somebody out there marking it all down.

The poles haven't flipped for 800,000 years as of last

 Wednesday. “Wednesday here a week” is how we say it.

moreover, they are long overdue. “They” being the poles

Keeping you in full fledge, we are.

Oh, pass the pancake syrup, quickly . . .  so i can pancake 

down before any flipping gets underway.

Same error or so and successfull

 i go to bed with my radio

to hear jazz midnight to six.

Wolves f m  wCLV clevelandia.

Spellcheck- what is wolves?  Radio w c l v

For over sixty years I have gone

to bed with earphones and my transistor radio.

Have me checked for something.

What i also need is a pen and paper

so the good phrases quit floating away

Or should I just close my window?

Close your mouth.

Like the Dickens it’s raining this morning.

A good looking day, where unlike the flooded south.

we have sufficient  elevation for safety,

and apparently can take flood water rains.

Worn is how the day begins

 Cleveland again. Traffic should be light.

Fridays are always heavy; that’s tomorrow.

When Cathy was here we ate lunch downtown,

Wonderful.  Keep saying we’ll do it again.

Coming in this morning 

Tried the radio,  can’t agree on a station.

Usually we never listen to the radio.

We’re way out of practice.

Read about the Sequoia giants in California.

Cresent City.  years ago we were there.

Pleasant to return to California memories.

Packed a sandwich and half an avocado for

On the way home.  I’m going home.

Leaveless

 Not completely, but working on it.

Bareness is a thought; yow.

See through the trees, beyond them blue skyness.

hello sunshine. It's a lovely day.

balanced

 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.

Sounds eleven by the clock

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.

A few make noise

 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.

a handful remain hanging

 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.

Heavy leaf cover

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.

Prisoners

 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.

no breeze

 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.

Can not find

 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.

wi

Britteney Griner

 Let her back

to her life.

patches are

 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.

home-

 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.

Summer day in fall

 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.