Friday, October 29, 2010


October, comes again,
with bright golden leaves,
blustery with winds
and chill falling rain.
Frost has touched, the trees
in colors, carnival fair.
Ruddy apples, red and sweet.
hot pies to make,
spicey and neat.
pears, blushing at their best,
to can and bake, served up
with cream and cinnamon zest.
Halloween, A time of mystery
and magic. When the unexpected
may turn up.
you might see your future at
the bottom of your
cinnamon teacup.
Baroque carved pumpkins,
lighted on front verandas,
guiding small costumed
spirits, in their disguises.
from the residents,
seeking sweet surprises.
the cycle moon now,
arises. time to treat has
come and gone,
every goblin, elf and gnome
returns home.
the exciment is now over.
but, never fear.
October comes,
once, each year.

Thursday, October 7, 2010


Feeling rushed and dismayed.
what happened to all
the plans we made.
time, fleeting has gone by,
like the birds that
travel acrossthe sky.
at least the birds
have a the nack,
to know their track.
we know not the future trace,
even though we plan a pace.
looking foreward in anticipation,
searching in great expectation.
so much to do,
so much to see,
we only experienced half
of what we'd thought,.
the rest now can't be bought.
no I'm not distraught,
as I look back without a pain,
and realize all we've gained.
our golden time has been well spent.
all the lovely places where we went.
what we've seen and
how much we learned
experiences, to not be spurned.
some dreams, realized,
trails explored.
we were never bored.
Now I can look back,
all I've done and all I've seen,
I close my eyes,
and again,
remember all my dreams.