Thee have put the familiar spicy on my pot left me embrace the heat, once more
the moon drifts through the stars,
ropes soft against its glow,
a small basket swaying
over the dark purple mountains~
quiet as a lantern carried by the night.
a faint wind turns the ropes,
slow enough to see the motion,
steady enough to trust.
the basket dips once,
a gentle nod toward the ridgeline,
then rises again
into the cool, bright hush.
the mountains hold their shape,
dark shoulders folded beneath the sky,
watching the moon float past
as though it were a traveler
with no destination
The hot air BALLOON rose through the BLUE with its VIEW
forever NEW. No ROAD could SHOW where to GO,
only FLOW. The WIND kept STREAMS full of DREAMS,
unseen SEAMS where the sky learned to LEAN.
Below, the TOWN turned to THREADS as it SPREAD,
roads of LEAD now made SMALL by them ALL,
seen from TALL heights where FARMERS and BARNS
became CHARMS on the quilt of the LAND.
The pilot sat STILL with no WILL to DISTILL
or fulfill some PLAN. No MAN can COMMAND
what is PLANNED by invisible TIDES that provide
hidden GUIDES through the rivers of AIR.
He did not ASPIRE to climb HIGHER through FIRE,
but acquire one GLANCE at the DANCE
of mere CHANCE. EARTH seemed more CLEAR from up HERE,
each frontier drawn bright by the LIGHT.
At last he came DOWN where fields BROWN wrapped the TOWN,
without SOUND. Yet he KNEW what was TRUE
still flew THROUGH the unseen ways we'd ignore
evermore, though they move us each DAY anyway.
Red, yellow, brown and green
All colours will be seen
Love this time of year ~ fill your cup
Hot chocolate, hats , scarfs gloves cosy up
Log fires lite in gardens brings dazzled light
As days get shorter ~ blazing sight
Kicking leaves, roasting chestnuts magic in the air
leather car seat feels
like your poaching an egg
at ninety degrees
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.
Happy faces smile and revel, never silent.
All signs and phases reveal, sadness absent.
Love, your heart carries and winkle
Lots and more you show and sprinkle.
On chairs and tables you sit on and dine,
World in bubbles of eon never whine.
Every bubble moves in silence that dabble and waft,
Eyes and ears that never rest on a moving raft.
Noises from everywhere pranking your heart, drifting so bright... don't forget to blink and sleep on this darkest night!
The stars are jellyfish,
The planet is a cloud.
Now our only wish
Is to touch the ground.
We live in space
In a hot air balloon
Longing to see the face
Of the Man on the Moon
Storms are passing with
The heat I could not stand,
The days drag on so slow as
Summer's flames were fanned
Winds calmed the burn
Yet it lingered there,
As stubborn as ever
Hanging on in the air
Just when I thought
That I was truly done,
Then came the rain
And a more gentle sun.
As a caboose is to a train,
September is to the summer.
The train finishes with red,
the summer also finishes with red.
Red from the hot days,
red from the painful sunburns,
red from barbequing over hot coals,
red showing off the long pretty sunsets.
Like a bear sleeping through winter,
I would love to sleep through the summer.
When the hot summer is over,
when September ends you must wake me up
Oh yes,
I want to see the pretty fall colors.
The trees are dressed in golds, oranges and rusts,
the squirrels are having fun playing tag,
as they hide their nuts for the winter.
The very hot weather is gone until next year,
a cool breeze covers me like a soft blanket.
As September says good-bye until next year,
winter will set in with cold winds.
Old sweaters will come out ready to wear,
as a new one or two will be bought.
What a magical time of the year,
holidays with family, friends and food,
celebrating one year out and a new one coming in.
The draft-dodgers who fled and even more
Deserters who abandoned their posts
These are the real heroes of war
They’ve paid their personal costs
Their names will never be known
No obelisks will be erected
Their very existence will be forlorn
Otherwise scorned and rejected
They knew they would be slandered
But by saving their own lives,
They gave the answer to their offenders
Let’s flee, despite of being despised
It’s a senseless slaughter for false ideals
Of politicians with high morality
To whom people’s lives aren’t a big deal
Who dream about their own immortality
Let their faithful armchair analysts snap
They never fight wars only talk a lot
Patriotism fits well with a nap
One snore away from the hot spot.
On a scorching hot day of summer heat,
I was dying for something cold to eat,
until a girl named Phoebe
came in a string bikini,
and I hankered for something hot and sweet!
The leaves seem to be smirking
Gently giggling in the dropping dew
Egging on the sting of a rising sun
Sheltering the empty bird feeder
Sad roses weep dewdrop tears
Summer’s shadows hints of fall
Garden sprinklers defy the water ban
Hawk’s struggle in the silent air
August will challenge the ripening fruit
She will throw down the gauntlet
Challenge the pumpkins of October
As lovers stroll along the beach
The moon will offer a subtle kindness
The soothing cool of the sun’s goodnight
It’s set to be the heat today
As it was yesterday - I fathom
The God still takes us for a clay
Can’t tell one hot day from another
The ghost of you comes down but I
Can’t see if you are here
Though I can feel your loving smile
As if you are so near
As you once were in happy days
We nonchalantly spent
Maybe if I could see your face
I’ll be that ghost you met
In our lifetime’s recent past
Under your apple tree
We’ll meet again, revived from dust
Hot summer day it’ll be.
T’is the July cold
Carried into August
A hot cup of tea’s sold
For salvation promised
Shivers down the spine
Hairs on forearms stand
To be sheltered just fine
Mark of a strong brand
I sway in the wind
Puckered skin
Collared coat pinned
Against cold to win
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