The leaf-treader
I have been treading on leaves all day until I am autumn tired.
Robert Frost
Sunday, November 2, 2025
Spiny orb
Wake my Spiny backed orb weaver
With your seven ruby jeweled crown
Spin one of your grandest webs round
Like the sound of a Foster Beautiful Dreamer.
Neighbors
The lost art of neighbors visiting, the lost art of sitting out so neighbors can visit. Mrs Boyette, who lived
down the road, stopped in for a visit. Her grand daughters grew up in our home. I showed her around. We bought the place from her son Brian in 1995.
Your purpose
Your purpose
Before you expire
Find a mug
That doesn’t make
You look Daisies
Chauffeur
But then
Had I a Daisy
I’d grow lazy
Waiting all the day
For her to say
John Boy
Crank the
rolls roy.
Saturday, November 1, 2025
Time
Time clock
Time
Time Russell says
To push the old chimney down
Time
Stuck there beside the Sister Welcome
No one to recall
The meaning of it all
Time
Before it falls
To be forever
With the home
It warmed
Time
Light pass
Light sliver
John Clare Stokes
The great blue heron for but a moment
stood in the shadows then lifted into
the sliver of light, illuminating the blue
as water drop diamonds glimmered about.
Friday, October 31, 2025
Bloody paw
Bloody paw....late nights along Roline banks...from the murky does crawl...the worst of haints...the three pawed leviathan...hissing who took my paw...who took my paw....
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