Has anyone seen my glasses? I had them on my walk. I had them on my drive. I took them off to cut the grass, now they are gone. If you see them let me know....and no, they are not upon my head.
September is almost gone. the trees are changing. I wonder if it will be a long warm fall. As of today i have heard no geese flying south, so I wonder. I think who ever is responsible for the format of this site needs to upday spell check.
enjoy the poem for today.

Companions

Beneath a tree a boulder lays

tossed aside from farmer's field

no choice for companion was given

...

No protests are passed to me,

intruding, resting my legs,

as I sit upon this rock

beneath the tree

...

The sun no longer climbs

as high

the Fall of long shadows,

touches the land

...

Goldenrod and uncut hay dance

upon the farmer's field while

this rock in patient silence

awaits companion laying its'

golden blanket for winters

sleep

...

So I sit here and ponder,

What choices brought them

here?

Two companions by a farmer's

field, in the autumn of the year

...

ccd Sept. 2011