first
s~m~i~l~e of dawn
as silver dew
on green leaves~
sun w°a°r°m°s
them with love
Shall we pause our struggle
and hush our harsh voices?
Let's take a quiet break,
open our abused ears,
and find peace in the woods,
abandoning our strife,
and finding our true place.
Never write a poem about the sky,
she says,
that blue and blue and blue
interrupted by shape-shifters,
squawking crows, grumbling
aircraft.
It’s been done.
Besides, the day is tranquil,
disinclined to fuss.
The porch rails studiously etch
the sun into diagonal slats.
A silver spider practices ballet
across them
A chickadee chirps predictably.
If you could breathe and
see and know, she says,
all at once,
the glimmering line that bisects the air--
the one the spiders left behind--
the absence of wind, of wings,
of words—the morning itself,
woken with the slurp of ripe pears
and the ashes of a dream--
that would be your poem.
fawn breaks a glass pond
snoozed snout by a toad posing
gauged flight perturbed gnat
gleaners
in the wheat field
a flock of geese
autumn's rust bleeds
calling out through the foggy morning
my dog out beyond an oak grove
It's the glad moments of the sun
The aftermath of this is our fun
September 18, 2025.
pink moon with purple shades
at the bosom of the blue skies
enticing paradise of divine hues
sings the nighttime lullabies
cypress trees charcoal black
arches to touch the moon
whispering their secrets shyly
a night chanting they croon
moonshine drizzles over lakes
silhouettes dance on the wave
tiny stars glitter on the azure
delineated as diamonds in pave
solemn somberness dissolves
aback the cascaded treetops
impetuous yet mystical gaze
downpours amity drop by drop.
Let's find peace in the woods
away from city strife.
Stillness and solitude
for now will serve us well.
With calmness, we will just
unwind and decompress.
Amidst nature, we're blest.
In September, my mind draws inspiration from east to west.
A blood red morning sun is an incredibly spectacular sight.
The contrasts create some truly unique experiences,
with warm autumn colors stretch far up the mountainside.
The hills erupt in a spectacle of rusty brown and gold.
If I'm lucky, I might even catch a glimpse of a rainbow.
As green leaves of August begin to change
The South winds of Summer plan to escape
September's North winds blow to rearrange
all the dying petals in the landscape
Where night skies grow a thinner, somber cloud
of duskier sunsets dressed in a shroud
Bubba Kush and lemon haze
All these flavors I wanna blaze
Pass the grinder and my tray
Wake and bake to start the day
Sour diesel and blue dream
A hybrid makes a good team
These two strains are so harmonic
Now let’s sit and burn the chronic
Grandaddy purp and wedding cake
Puff puff pass for my own sake
Ride the high ‘cause I need a break
Munchies! Time for a chocolate shake
Maui Wowie and cotton candy kush
Spark that baby up and light that bush
It doesn’t even matter what strain
The green goddess hides the pain
Yes we love you Mary Jane
As you flow right through my veins
“But she’s not good for your brain”
Ignorant people are such a drain
Inhale, exhale, drop the ash
Even when the weed is trash
It doesn’t hurt to keep a stash
The only green as good as cash
Sapphire of september,
a glittering bright splendor,
colored in myriad shades of autumn,
orange-ochre, dragonfly-blue, peach-almond,
a symbol of elegance, beauty, romance and royalty,
the soul of september gleaming in sapphire with loyalty.
Go and explore, Nature's delight!!
Nature is so wonderful and magical to see,
Woodlands so green, oceans so blue,
Singing birds, the busy buzzing bee,
Butterflies that fly so free,
So elegant with colours so bright,
A wonderful sight to see.
Take in the breath of fresh air,
Look at the beautiful surroundings,
Each and every second that you are there,
Each day is precious,
So open the door and go outside,
See what joyful moments you can make,
Appreciating nature far and wide.
See the beautiful flowers that are on display,
Let's all enjoy a refreshing stroll,
Making the most of each day,
So good for the heart and good for the soul!!
weird bird sound
variation of a squawk whistle
it is camouflaged
no idea if this creature is from here or another planet
a gray moth lands on my pathetic-looking dog bed
she puts her wings together
I hit my hands together hard
trying to kill a mosquito
I miss
two bees hover
I hope they are honeybees
they are tiny so I am optimistic
they are not; they are bumbles
someone’s lawnmower is humming
Not the farmer next door
His is louder
the bumbles are walking across my porch
this seems odd
they are usually flying
who who who who
an owl?
not quite a hoot
whatever it is, it sooths me
nothing as wonderful as a morning on my porch
with a cup of coffee and a puppy
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