October 31 All Hallows Eve. by now the kids are finished with their trick or treating October is finished Summer is is a faint memory with unspoken worries of the cold to come. We a humans have developed a concept of time to give order to our lives. Out of this order we live our lives in a circle. Some think life is linear. I do not I could go on for more in depth explanation of my belief. To keep it simple look at the seasons...each flows into the other over and over.Fall is here. The trees are almost bare by now. The day light is shorter. Today it rains. There is a sadness in the air that accompanies a long sleep, as if something will be missed while sleeping through the long cold.

October Rain

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Summer dust with falls rust

Washed

From tree limb and

Parched throat

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Happy or sad

Rivulets of tears

Following last warmth of

Fall's sun to

Winters bed

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Elusive song on errant

Leaf's back

Dance and float

Over mornings frost

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Beneath leafy blanket

Soft laughter of summer

Memories whispered

Setting dreams for

Winters sleep

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ccd 2010

Halloween a week a way.

The weather is in a constant state of flux.

The grumblings of winter have begun.

The poem I post tonight is one from last year.

I am in no frame of mind to compose a new one.

I am on day 6 of a bout with Shingles. I will confirm

that it is most painful. It is worse than a double hernia

repair. The pain is running along my right lower rib

cage. I am most grateful it did not show up on my head

If it had it could very easily have taken my my eyesight.

If I get more bouts of it, it will only show up on my right side.

For pain control I am taking vicoden and that is why there is

no original poem this week.

Octobers Moon

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A dark night, single light

Beneath Octobers' white

Frozen moon

Dark shadows flee Winters'

Awakening breath

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Fallen leaf on the march

Through the night

Those not pinned to darkened grass

By cold settled dew

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No night songs given voice

A silent urgency, shouted clear

It comes from the north

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Stealing warmth of

Bone marrow and sinew

With scorn and trepidations

Winters' cold

We come to accept

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ccd October 2009

another week of this year is past. Fall is definitely here. Days and nights are much cooler, some places have had frost. The trees are about 50 percent with foliage. Different parts of the county have more or less on the trees. I talked with Ashley tonight. It sounds like their fall is about a week and 1/2 behind us. And her traing week is boring I was kind of surprised I came up with a poem this week. With the yucky weather the first of the week I had no idea of what was to be written. Lady fortune smiled upon me on Friday so I started the poem then and polished it today.

The Flowers of Fall

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Freedom gained

A tatterd swatch decends

In

Golden dance

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Lending another voice

To the chorus

Whispering at my feet,

Memories of

This summer past

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Soprano and tenor

Bound to aria

Unwritten

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Golden days pushing

Indigo nights

Moon lit shadows

Chasing night owls

Flight

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Racing grey clouds

Before its final rest

In proper place on

Fall's quilt

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Leaf and blade

Kiss

In flirtatious run

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ccd

2010

Like dust on a dresser.....I'm back. It is a beautiful Sunday. I have been up cleaning most of the morning. Now I am trying to decide what to do. Do I cut the grass or go get the carpet cleaner? I am leaning towards the grass cutting. I was going to clean the carpets this day, however. once I started cleaning ...I lost track of time. I prefer the outdoors to being inside all day. I also plan to visit my favorite lake today, so I can not do both the carpets and the grass. at this time I have no poem. What I do have are 2 phrases nagging to be heard.... reflections in the window, and phantoms of the heart. All I need now are the rest of the words to tie them together. It is now 12 noon. so I pause here to cut grass. and blank the mind to let the words flow.

Phanoms of the Heart

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At waters edge of

Mirrored lake I stand

Walking staff in hand

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Framed in gold emerald and ruby

I have no need to look above

The reflection is in the glass

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My fathers face, my mothers heart

Sisters voice carried to me in

bird song

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One by one, in white

The names of those I have met

Across the sky they flow

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Small or large

I know the name written in the cloud

From edge of glass to edge of glass

I watch them pass

..

I have no need

to look above

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With my staff upon the mirror

I gladly sign my name

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The reflections in the glass,

Phantoms of the heart

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ccd Oct. 2010

September is past, boy it went fast. That's it for the poem this week.... just kidding. But I'm sure you know I was just fibbing. Sept. was a mild month and yet it went by fast. It came to me memories today that my quarterly taxes are due by the end of the month.. YUCK. Ashley is situated in Wyoming. Kim has become a beautiful free spirit. Love them both I kinda wish Socks could learn to use the toilet and not the carpet. I had to light the furnace today. If you hear a sucking sound that is the gas vacuuming the dollars from my wallet. I say it is to early to be this damp and cold. There was a sunset so beautiful this past Wednesday, the sky looked like it was on fire. That is the inspiration for my poem this week

September Sunset

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Sleep thee well Summer day's

At September's end

T'was but a kiss of day and night

No shadow, no light

The passion was there for all to see

The sky, painted fire

A rose, not grown to give a scent

The artist's easel fails the kiss's truth

October's nightfall,

Cooling breath

Damping embers of

September heat

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ccd Oct. 2010