Getting together

 

Sorted clothes for the trip, sort of.

Meaning, I have selected what I’m wearing.

Much supposedly complete and comfortable.

Washed, folded and packed.

Not lacking.

To the sky stacking.

  

Disguise the limit

 

Coming up the back trail, 

Straight along directly into town.

As clouds gather.

It will be an average rainy day.

Rolling grey balls

 

Today clothes get put together,

We’re coming to go time.

A few cars, no walkers this a.m.

I saw three cars already, two or three.

Indescribable

 

The color is new outside.

Light with a breeze.

A fresh adaptation from the old.

A different variation.

Curious how how all has changed

To something unseen before.

The trees. Bushes even the lawn

Have mellowed into color not previously exposed.

A week away or so

 

I’d say we’re coming on it.

The big trip that’s been delayed 

so long, now can you see

It’s here on us, oh yes.

Packed and prepared or so,

It seems we can say we’re set.

To see our friends

On our familiar lanes.

We’re going home again.

Back to our dear friends,

Chalk up our old sights,

Back to our memories.

Shiny bright

 

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.

Very light blue

 

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.

Fog sunday

 

Got it thick here

Took two hours to rid of it.

Fall day cool is it

Football or opera?

Late fall

 

Appears fallen and blown,

Mostly spread in order.

Now all is drying out again.

We’re between rains for a while

Separation

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 down

 

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.

Fitting it in

 

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.

It will be a cold night in Buffalo.

 

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.

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.