Not quite gloves yet,
Coming up, you bet.
My hats ready, all set,
Heading in, no fret
poetry - jack sender - all of my life
Not quite gloves yet,
Coming up, you bet.
My hats ready, all set,
Heading in, no fret
Sure things went on
Another regular day from the time I awoke.
Drying out from previous day’s rain, light wind and sun,
Just to tell you how it went after it had begun.
A Saturday all for all to enjoy.
To get you straight I saw no one and nothing happened.
Maybe that’s why the day went so smoothly;
The day had no ripples in it.
Woke to the tapping,
Rain drops smacking;
Coming down crystal clear
Nothing lacking this wet November day.
The final leaves will soak and fall,
Winter’s ready to make a call.
This season has done the job,
Wrap up with an apple Bob.
We won’t play that game,
Years have passed, it’s not the same.
We’ll remember and surrender
To the grace of the years.
Fewer than usual is less regular.
Sun shines calm beginning this day.
Could have come up with more, then again
i prefer a clean look without imagining overboard.
Sliding out of bed
Crisping somewhat ahead.
Thin blue overhead.
Red leaves turning orange.
Low dawn cracks slipping in.
Let’s you know day begins.
Our efforts are attentive and cautious.
An eye out for what’s next.
A crossroad is ahead.
I remember the Woolybear.
That closed years ago, we’d have breakfast there.
Just to try it. A spot alone in the country.
A bird just flew against the window.
A real whap; I hope it’s all right.
I jumped, saw it fly to the bush out front.
Now it’s here picking berries.
Gasing up for a flight south.
Every body’s working.
Have the way open with tickets and packing.
A good time to settle in, see friends again.
Check the familiar streets,
Ride the favorite buses to familiar places
We’ll test the pasta at Pasquali’s.
See old friend’s faces.
Checking new and proven places.
See museums and hear hard rain.
Ride a train,
Look around some.
It will be fun
To be home again.
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.
Coming up the back trail,
Straight along directly into town.
As clouds gather.
It will be an average rainy day.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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..