Some water iaround

 

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!.

Give them bread and circuses

A salute good morning 

The rim of sky cloud is screaming bright.

How do you do?

 Starting to think of Rome seriously.

Paste a post

 

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.

.

Some speed on

 

Saw a black truck zipping by

while here leaves sleep in peace.

not a knock on nothing to report.

Solid grey sky forever today.

Winding out of October

 

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?

Bunnies be gone

 

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.

Motionless

 

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. 

Story apple company

 

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.

middle week day

 

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.

checking

 

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..

Nick Chubb is out for the year

 

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.

Fireplace

 

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.

Dry be the way

 

Day beginning fashionably 

One car, one squirrel.

Gray clouds and a dash of blue beyond.

Windless morning is here.

I slept long in dream comfort.

Silence the order.

And holding calm after nine.

It is Friday; plans are light.

I am reading of old Rome.

A month long stay there is approaching.

Thank the great spirit this time has come.

Gratitude be given.

Dark but dry it seems

 

No wind at all.

 Or apparition movement.

Crawling through mid-October.

 Carrying no hurry.

No heavy soaked colored leaves have fallen.

Days will dry and all will blow

Later, sometime later

When the season is ripe

Orbital debris

Spinning above

Something to notice.

Hooked on an idea.

Worry what will occur.

Optical energy

Keeping in balance.

Out of sync somewhat.

Call out a number.

Is it necessary to take action?

Has enough been completed 

Let’s see what’s next.

Could remain steady for centuries to come.

Bright on the morn

 

Frosty window glass along the bottom 

October is open 

Yet the leaves are still green

And whipping in the wind.

I think it must be cool out.

No walkers this morning.

The sunshine is inviting where seldom is

heard a discouraging word and the sky is not cloudy all day.

note:

,Marja, i am working to publish your comment.

nothing is easy.

With no title

 

Sliding on the lane

Completely out of line.

Poland, Italy, the Mediterranean Sea.

A breeze blowing and sun peering through the clouds.

On the cool side but okay.

Marginally fit to be

Right for now, it’s fall you see.

Some for you, some for me.

Light flashing through light clouds

 

Bolted head scrapes seen on packaging 

Behind the counters others wait.

Tie your seams

Keep them handy.

Bouncy for sure it seems.

Lasted many seasons .

Wrapping edges on the habitual .

On and on it sings.

Pectin is in

 

Found it on the shelf

Way hidden in back.

Now she has it in.

Surely it will be jelly

It will gel.

And it did.

All is swell

Nothing hidden

Twirling rangers

 

Obscure debris shower blindly

Fill the skies overhead.

Pepper us without mercy.

We regret our acts that caused this to happen.

We promise to do better

In order to be spared the penalties.

Whatever it takes

We will do .

Red berries dry hard on the bushes

Birds will return and eat them.

All will be gone before snow falls.

They will fly south for the winter

In and out

 

Cars are running by, in and out.

Two I saw. Right away

Could have been a crowd of them,

Although I didn’t see more.

Can relax and figure the day.

Went to dr. Newman

She pulled four staples out of my head.

Four women in the office when she pulled.

Never imagined a happy crowd of women 

During the procedure.

There you go,

You never know what’s next.

Jack fell over the candle stick

 

It was in the way, must have been.

Three firemen and two paramedics were in our kitchen.

Nine at night or so

I was on the floor.

Meri didn’t have to make anyone coffee.

Today is Wednesday September 27.

A nice sounding date.

Doesn’t happen everyday.

So I’m home and repairing.

Think I lost four days of what I wrote 

Google is 25 years old

What a time we live in.

Skipping around what is writing 

Okay we cover ground

It’s n the space of 78 years

No need to crowd.

I wacked my head four stitches worth.

And advise against it.

February be wary

 the shortest month goes quickly.

a fast duck ... flying briskly.

 yet February takes half of forever to get here.

happy birthday me-o ... that's a day,

then i'm looking back on it.

for a long, long while-o.

This what - regular

 

One regular reader of my material

Has moved from one country to another.

This is a recent change

I happened to notice today.

What I see of audience is minimal.

It is hard to say 

Where I am is on the other side.

Knocking out this what.

This what is what I write.

Now I should see who reads what I write.

I should see you having your coffee 

What else should I see?

Don’t worry, I constantly leave you alone.

I think about what to write,

Which corner to turn.

How to get where I’m going each day

And then how and when

Will I tie it off for the day.

Explaining is hard, I’d rather be thinking 

about what and how I ‘m going to write.

Now that you dear reader have been mentioned 

Hello hello.   Now that I think of you

I’ll review what I’ve been writing 

To see who my audience is.

Keen to go

 

Lunch out today with the old mates.

We keep it up since a while ago.

Rearranged our group a few times,

But never dropped our calling.

Figured on lunch

No driving at night now.

Making getting together habbit 

As easy and accommodating as we can.

When we need help

Someone steps forward.

We’ve Leslie and Tim

And more jumping in.

Didn’t have any idea when this began.

Thanks all of you.

Call us Us, because this is

Who we have been.

Following the steps 

Of indigenous beginners.

On we go proudly.

Willingly together.

The sky is blue early

 

Why I can’t tell you.

Usually we wait until afternoon.

Now we wake to soft light.

A quiet change.

I saw two walkers,

One with a dog

The other our neighbor.

Gee gee is always solo.

Say do you think the

Second G is capitalized in her name,

I suppose it would be.

Just for appearance.

Day ready

 

First after getting up

Checking outside

Getting dressed

Being half warm and ready for today.

I see leaves disturbed on the bushes

Sprinkles hit them

They wiggle.

Shaking on the vine.

Few vehicles

Two or three

Was going to say two

Then another passed

The quiet side of starting 

I’ll pack myself into a bundle

Walk the drive during a rain pause

I like wearing a hat.

 Sixty minutes overtime.com

Days are turning

 

The morning is not the same.

Fall is coming up.

Leaves are yet to color 

We’ve all the change to see.

It is in the air.

Something we can feel.

Don’t know why 

Every year is different.

This you can feel

from the heart.

Autumn is golden

Soon it will start.