garbage bins stand, at attention, curbside —
refuse-bags filled with autumn leaves,
their lonely compatriots
in the dark, driving rain of an early morning

garbage bins stand, at attention, curbside —
refuse-bags filled with autumn leaves,
their lonely compatriots
in the dark, driving rain of an early morning
sheath of fog
mists Lake Colchester —
terraced hills,
barely discernible
in the just beyond
Two poems of mine, Arctic and field, were published today in January House Literary Journal, “a meeting place for diverse expressions, urgent conversations, and the ever-evolving landscapes of contemporary literature and art.”
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darkness bearing down
out of the northwest
an ominous sky
bursting with promise
dewpoint delight ~
a hint of fall in the air
the luscious, golden
promise of autumn
the takeover in DC
’nuff said…
Hate to be a downer here but this is something I despise, people tooting their own horns about something good & wonderful they’ve done for others. I remember the lesson we were taught in catechism about how if someone is compelled to share with others their good deeds, well, then, THAT is your ‘reward’ for doing so. Much better, me thinks, to act out of kindness, love and charity for someone and keep that to yourself.
the grass in our backyard
never this green in July
our summer of plentiful rain
this season of dark-cloud skies
my neighbor lines the lower perimeter
of his wrought iron fence—
its western side aligns with our own backyard’s—
with twelve inches of chicken wire,
four hundred yards of the stuff
in order to allow his sister’s two puppies,
tiny Yorkshire terriers, to freely roam
and not slip through the vertical spires
when she comes to visit.
what we do for those we love,
what we do for our canine companions…
This week’s number is 198 and here are the photos in my Archives with that number. Kudos to Judy for this fun weekly challenge!







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