Another uneventful Sunday.....no wait I had to tear apart the kitchen sink drains...plugged almost tight they were. I put a pork roast in the crockpot
and boiled eggs for sandwiches and grocery shopping before sunrise. All in all, a boring day.Fall has officialy set in with 2 mornings of lingering heavy frost. We also had snow flurries in the air and fortunately the storm went below and east of us. Lets see if I can create another poem from the heart and soul.

A Celebration

No moon above broken clouds

Muted lights through

curtained windows

trim the stage

...

No orchestra plays

for the troup dressed in white....

In silence, ballerinas and danseurs

through light and shadow

perform their celebration

of season change

...

At morning light

dancers rest, and

where they did perform

their dance....

My breath, now seen,

floats upon

morning breeze

,,,

Each blade of grass

still summer green...

richly crowned in

frosty white

ccd Oct 2011

A beautiful October day. I slept in. Cleaned the house. Mulched leaves . I feel like I could have done more if I had not slept in. I made lasagna and baked chicken fro the week. Since I had not been to Tamarack lately I drove out there. Forgot the camera of course. Mirror smooth and quiet.

The Gift

...

Wrapped a poem around

a stone to gift the lake

...

I walk a wooded trail

beside the mirrored lake

...

Carpet of pine and leaf

whisper stories of this

bygone summer as I pass

...

The errant brier drying and brittle

still snags and clings as if to say.....

Please, stop and talk for a while

before I sleep the winter away..

I pause but a moment to free

me from its prick

I linger not, the gift I carry

must be given this beautiful

October day

...

The cove, a reflecting pool,

nothing more than an alter

for my gift

A simple toss to reach the

middle of the alter...

As a flower blooms to seed

the bond is broken and the stone

cast to the deep....

A single white flower now rests

upon the rippled alter

...

No breeze, no ripples...

What phantom hand pushes?

The single white flower glides past

seeking the open water

Lost to sight, I follow along the shore

...

A cloth of emerald lily pads

trimmed in reflected

silver and gold...

Just off center...

A single white flower sits,

out of shadow, beneath

the golden sun

...

ccd October 2011

October the haunting month. We are haunted by the light of summer no longer with us. We look with trepidation to the dark and cold that lies ahead
Oh what a yucky week.. summer is but a memory of sun and warmth
when the clouds break we look to the skies for the promise that was...

Memories Un-written

...

The promise of warmth

from the glowing embers

of sunrise

is but a phantom in the

heart of summer past

...

Cold,wet, un-written 

memoirs, like a bad dream

torn and cast free,

lay scattered and rotting

to be forgotten

Beneath the cold tears

of this October day

...

ccd October 2011



Awake at 4 am this morning,dozing until 7. My mind was restless with Sundays work ahead. So from 8:30 until 1:30 I am repairing parking lot holes and tarring the stores roof where it has a small leak. I am tired but it is a good tired from work accomplished. I almost for got the spaghetti dinner at a church in town. I was given a ticket for a dinner. It would not be right not to use the ticket. A quick shower then run down  and get the dinner to go. I get home and back to work cutting grass. now dinner...the spaghetti is ok. 2 hours before bed, if I go sooner I will be restless again.

the poem I wrote before I started out this morning. I thought I might add to it during the day....Nope I like it the way it is even if it is short. I could possibly speak of the autumn jewels rubies, emerald, and gold cast from the trees. But I will not.

My Scarlet Rose

From sunset onward

in restless slumber....

My mind, sailing across

this warm October night,

upon the silver moon

is served a single scarlet rose

upon a pewter platter as the

moon sets to rest through its

unending journey
..

ccd October 2011

Who put the wings on September?  Was it not just the other day bees danced among the wild flowers? This week we are having a yucky end to September and yucky beginning to October.

October Tears

...

Cold rain falls bearing

omens of winter

Rivulets run from

limb to trunk

...

Trees loosing their

summer finery

shiver in quiet misery...

Bond of life broken...

leaves cast into

the wind are snared

 by grass blade

seeking warmth before

winter sleep

...

To the spirit,grey clouds at Summer's 

passing brings a barren cold...

October tears

...

ccd

Oct 2011