Hooray autumn is on it's way,
the long summer has been way too too hot.
Cooler days are what I want,
with a soft cool breeze covering me.
Pretty leaves falling down,
colors are a patch quilt carpet.
The welcome mat now reads autumn.
fall showers drag
a cool front behind....
rain lilies blossom
Why is Sumner such a short time?
Just getting started,
then running into half past summer.
July seems to be the half way mark,
August is almost here.
August will turn into September then into October,
then fall will be here.
Fall with cooler days,
a pretty carpet of colorful leaves covering the ground.
AUTUMN BREEZE
I can feel the Autumn breeze
The leaves are changing in some of the trees
Beautiful yellow, orange and red
All along the sides of the avenue ahead
In summer sometimes it was hard to sleep
Now the nights are cooler and the sleep is deep
Autumn is my favourite time of year
The chirping birds are all I can hear
The kookaburra’s laughter is very near
The sun is shining and the sky is clear
Just in time Autumn has arrived
I think I will go on a scenic drive
I will just meander from here to there
Windows down, radio on and the Autumn breeze in my hair.
ice can be sculpted
into an ax, a ring; shatter;
soap, a thumb pop;
used to keep water
and soda pop
chill and give the kids a reason
for sitting still.
ice can slide over the neck,
legs, arms - deliciously melt;
can make a kid laugh,
under his shirt.
Send the kid to the cooler
when the sun is concentrated,
glaring at us as if dusk
won’t come soon enough.
The ice chest, filled more precious
than gold, with more than one
cylindrical can. The opening
of the fireworks, celebrated
with the hiss of a coke.
ice ends up
in the sink,
signifies the fun
is over
and yet the cooler, the later
it gets, the hungrier
are the guests -
turned down food trucks
thus
we, I, forgot to feed them
and now they eat
corn dogs after midnight.
7/1/2023
How many remember the typewriter
With it's clickety clack sound
For those that do you can never forget
That sound so familiar
To every office before computers
A sound so remenicent
So nostalgic to those who remember
Those long lost days from another era
Unless you lived through them
They are sounds gone by
Never to be heard again in todays
High tech world of instant commincation
The chatter beside the water cooler
Something is sadly missing
The Looney Toon August Moon
David J Walker
Blame it on the moon
The monthly insanities
The nightly vanities
The comings
The going
the longings
In lonely mornings
The Moon is to blame
For all of the insane
Things I can name and
It is as plain as day that
The night might
Or might not sway things
Another way
In the light
Of a harvest moon
Setting south of August
The sweet scent of
Cooler air
Is on its way
Sun visits in sharp fractal shadows through the oaks
Lunate leaves glide effortlessly toward her mushrooms
Raining leaf flow is constant, scarlet and amber go next.
Xiphoid brown performs perfect kamikaze from Cottonwood
The air is cooler today, squirrels are chattering their delight.
Chasing through leaf piles. I begin to see their high up nests.
Contrast to tree bark which has turned slim and dark.
Vitriform spider web glistens with a pronounced shininess
Moist from gentle rain on this Thanksgiving week.
There is a fine line between visceral hatred and love. What side am I on?
Sweat runs into my eyes mixed with my tears and anger. Angry at myself or at it? Hard to say. I see only in a tint of gray. Regret fills my lungs like the muddy waters of the river in which I float. Do I take a deep breath of water or do I live another day of misery? The choice seems obvious now. Loveless, soulless, I seek only retribution for my travesties. Drown me in the muddy waters. Cool my hair in the morning. Redeem my soul in the early evening. Forget this lifeless life. See you all over there or not. At least I will finally be cooled...
I looked for shade on that Summer's day
My body is made for a cooler May
By a river to wade I found the way
Lie or be laid where coolness may stay
High up the grade where zephyrs will play
Nigh on the blade where green grass forms hay
Shy of the trade where water turns grey
Sly but not afraid I will cool where I lay
7-9-20
Contest:Triple Rhyme
Sponsor: Beth Evans
Boat’s hooked up
Cooler’s packed
Got my hat
First beer’s cracked.
Crank bait on
Poles are ready
Off I go now
Slow and steady.
Troll around
The lily pads
Cast and reel
Almost had him.
Now off I go
It’s the end of the day
With stories to tell
How he got away.
Split splat against my nose it goes,
Nothing I can do about that though.
A much cooler day
Our fall has arrived early
Suddenly fallen
From heaven into our laps
Accept this gift gracefully
cooler weather
longer sleeves
for shorter days
AP: 1st place 2025
Cooler nights
Autumn breeze,
brighter lights
soon will freeze...
One more day
One more night,
there is no way
I am taking flight...
Live for today
not for tomorrow...
For everyday
Joy and sorrow...
Life is short
Live to the fullest...
Praise the Lord,
for He is worthy...
Soon He will come
and take us home...
Prepare to meet your God
and worship Him alone...
Eva Rakhuba
09/22/2015
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