Appears fallen and blown,
Mostly spread in order.
Now all is drying out again.
We’re between rains for a while
poetry - jack sender - all of my life
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.
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.
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
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.
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.
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.
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.
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
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
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.
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.
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.
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.