Sunday again.

It has been a dececent week. weather has been seasonal. Cloudy, sunny, cloudy, wtih a little rain. It was a windy Friday and Saturday. Pulling leaves from trees pushing them around. It is the time of change in nature. Trees are turning, grass is slowing in growth. Fall is definitely here, a lovely fall it is.

Ashley got a part time job. Kim is wonderful running a few erands a week. A big appology to my sister for not calling this week and wishing a happy Fall begining.

My grass is cut for the rest of the year I will have to mulch leaves soon.

Todays poem is about one leaf. On warm days I open both doors to my store. This allows the breeze to bring in fresh air and whatever else it will. Enjoy

The Visitor

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Escaping tentacles from

September's morning mist

Tripping over last spider thread

Stitched across harvested field

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Lost to storm is

The wayward leaf

Turned amber

In Summer's heat

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Unbidden, through my door

The messenger glides

Greetings whispered in

Raspy voice

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Unwanted tidings of

Summers end

Winter sleep

To soon begins

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ccd Sept. 2010

Finally talked to Ashley tonight. She has been applying for employment all week. I have faith she will find something soon. September is 2/3 done. Kids are back in school. The weather is cooling too fast, too soon. Summer play all but done. It is time for one of my favorite poems written in 2008 at summers end.

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Tree Swing

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In summers fading heat

Pushed by breezes of

Restless dreams

From sculptured tree

Whose spirit rests

A swing still hangs

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A seat of love

To hold one safe

In loneliness a splinter forms

An aged back weakens,

Cracks in time

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Tattered ropes of

Life gone by

In voice of groans and creaks

Heard only when

Strong winds roam

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Tree's spirit in fitful slumber,

Remembers joy in

Happy screams

One more memory

To sweeten dreams

Is all it asks

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A swing still hangs

From sculptured tree

Whose spirit rests,

Waiting

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ccd Revised from 2008

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The week started yucky. Monday I learned my friend Eric's daughter succumbed to her cancer. 3 years old and living an entire life of love, and pain, and yet not understanding what was happening. That is probably the one blessing that counts in her last 8 months. I do not know the pain of her mother and father. I do feel pain for them. With my 2 daughters I know what they will never experience with Lydia. I agree with Kim, there should be no need for coffins that small. I like to think the clouds and rain were the angels crying, for our loss and for the joy of Lydia reaching heaven unspoiled by the world of man. The end of the week was much better. This past Thursday the old world met the present. 7 sailing ships came to Erie. The beauty of wood and sail. It was in ships like these that populated our country when it was young.

Beside life's path

To the ocean

Of souls

Flows a river

Fed by tears

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Down through time

The river runs

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In the twilight

At waters edge

We stand to face

Our soul

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Salted tears

Long past shed

Mixing with grains of

Timeless sand

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Gentle swells ebb

And flow

Wounds and scars

Of memories past

Caressed, and soothed

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Joined by life, body

And soul

Become one

All pain

Washed away

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ccd

Sept 2010

September is here and the weather changes In a 2 day period we had close to a 30 degree temperature change. Fall is not here yet but we have been warned it is on its way. My customers are already making denial comments about what is coming. I tend to remind them that Spring is just around the corner. It may be 2 long blocks away but it is there.Lets see if I can write a poem

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Summer's End

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A day of tears given

To clear August dust

Broken clouds sail

The sky

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Harvest moon

Too soon will

Come calling on

Fruited trees and

Farmers' fields to

Give up their bounty

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Earlier to bed, later to rise

September's sun

Drinks the cool breeze

Carrying omens of

Season change

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ccd 2010