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Majestic autumn welcome home,
As summer yields to slumber,
To flaunt your leafy vibrant hues,
Of yellow, gold and umber.

From whence do all your colours come,
That paint your wondrous scenes,
Do fairies brush from pots of gold,
And daub the failing greens.

An Ivy drapes across the wall,
Some leaves have turned maroon,
Did some warm droplets trickle from,
That haunting blood red moon.

The woodland dons an auburn dress,
With flecks of brown and Dun,
And shades of Amber stolen from,
A falling evening sun.

The days grow short, cool nights are long,
As forests shed their leaves,
Sharp sickles fell the ripened wheat,
In rows of golden sheaves.

The Squirrels start to gather food,
Migrating birds are still,
God's creatures all prepare their homes,
For Winters icy chill.

Behold the seasons russet hues,
This variegated spree,
So cast an eye and celebrate,
Such pure Autumnity.

Did God create badness
just to enjoy struggles
when would Potters be
create did He Muggles

bad seeds planted
fighting to be good
each going against nature
hoping could and would

holds onto a Bible
fights - takes a stand
strives to win battles
clinging to the clan

it’s not where planted
the difference makes, see
an apple won’t usually
fall far from its tree

light rains ease dryness
and camouflage eyes’ tears
look through life, ponder
all those wasted years

heavy rain beats down
to wash away the sin
storm windows closed
won’t let raindrops in.

The flawless peach
attracts us to consume
so that which once sustained
is sacrificed
gone
but for the layer
peeled away
left to decay
and the pit that
allows history
to repeat itself.

I had bagged but one of 4 or 5 leafy
drummonds of palletted tree droppings
Working hurriedly to beat winters
blanketing of white capped stoppings
My son and I were both feeling quite
tired to the point of humdrum
And would work til dark before we could
go in and finally have some fun

My son raked a high hill of leaves,
went back and scratched some more for a while
I looked up and saw a dusty minifunnel cloud
head in from the road in style
I saw it heading directly for our leaves
and could but innocently just smile
The intruder lifted them like some huge
kitchen gadget and tossed them with gile.

It then set the leaves gently down about
where they originally were laid
My son looking astounded at what
little progress we had made
Tossed the raked,sat down,looked up and
said something about wanting to go in
Our gazes met and at that instance all
the work was worth that shared chagrin

blasting wind ripping with a grin
gaining laughter with a pounding rain
bolt of lightining shattering your trees
oh this is such a breeze
running scared taking flight
hiding under the stairs
what a funny site
giving you a wink with the
blinding light
making your hair stand up in the night
you make a run
i'm gonna pound your bun
blast of hail your gonna be a snail
broken windows shattered dreams
i'm on the back of your heals
running scared head for the house
go on inside i'll open that door
ripping it off the hinges
flying through the air
a five mile flight smashing it in a plane
burst of laughter comen from above
a deep voice muttered the words
you have dug me bled me
you have polluted me bombed me
you have burned me filled me with trash
burst of laughter ensued
now you must pay for what you have done
i'm not gonna stop till i am done
snow falls that freezes your balls
you try to take flight
now your covered in ice
gust of wind booming thunder
pounding of hail knocks you out
now your dead and the
sun comes out

She was the most beautiful thing I’d ever laid eyes on,
From the first moment, she looked at me so trusting,
I became her slave for ever,
My love for her can never be surpassed or measured, in this or any other age…

To watch her blossom as her humble guide was the most exhilarating experience of my life to date,
On the other hand, whenever pain clouded her precious soul,
I begged the gods to punish me not her…

Her laughter was by far the best elixir anyone could ever give me,
Her tears, the worst punishment that could be meted out to me,
Her health was my health,
Her infrequent illnesses, became mine…

When I held her in my arms,
I was in paradise,
When life dictated that I be away from her,
Even my appetite for food would elude me…

Always, she so wanted to please me,
Always she was so shattered to disappoint me,
Like a delightful dancing pirouette,
She was so proud to perform for me…

I was her rock, her anchor,
She was my reason for drawing breath,
She was so talented,
Again and again I would stick my chest out in pride as her director…

I could hide nothing from her intelligent and very penetrating look,
Which sometimes made it very difficult for me as I navigated the turbulent river of life,
Antithetically, it was the joy of my life to come home from work and share good news with her…


To hold her hand and assure her that everything would turn out just fine,
Was a duty I that I took as a sacred and holy calling,
To say that she was a saint,
Is the understatement of the year…

Yet, she had a wild untamed streak in her,
As was thrillingly displayed when she straddled and rode a fully-grown African ostrich, in the heart of the dark continent once, a feat that many strong young men in our company shied away from[and with good reason, an ostrich’s well-aimed kick can cripple a lion]…

Who is she?
My wonderful one, my precious one, my pride and joy,
My exquisite daughter!!!

Sunshine and glowing rainbows
Blue skies and fresh green grass
Bright silvery full moon glows
Golden haired sweet young lass
Sandy beaches and bronzed bodies
Shimmering water sprouting sails
Umbrellas and faint smell of dubies
Seashells and occasional snails
Fresh air after morning drizzle
Lilacs sweet scented breeze
Backyard bbqs, seafood sizzle
A woman that flirts like a tease
Laughing childrens naive smile
Purple Lilacs fragnant new smells
Classical rock on the radio dial
The evening call of whipporwills
Canoe gliding, laughing with you
Vivid multi- flowered meadows
Fresh coffee and morning dew
Swaying wind whipped willows
Sundown then distant starlight
The wind makes me feel free
Moonlight now stalking twilight
Fireflies assisting us all to see
Throttle out of corner straighter
Twin cam revving near redline
Blue sky forever as you hold tighter
Snap another gear racing the skyline
Genuine Smiles a required must
Cool summer evenings with view
Dawn's breaking colours rust
Did I say how much I love you

As you close your eyes,
Let your mind become as deep and clear as a mountain pool,
Ignore for now, the latent rolling thunder in your consciousness,
Feel the gentle breeze upon your skin, reviving, cool,
Imagine a peaceful woodland glade,
In all it’s perfection, by nature made,
The chuckling of a gentle stream,
Wending it’s way down through pastures green,
Listen…Can you hear her?
Can you feel her begin to stir?
Gaia….Mother Earth herself…She breaths!
Call forth the thunder….Unleash the storm!
Feel now, the oceans and seas, how they heave,
The tempest seethes,
The heavens open and the rain pours,
Orchestrate the lightning, bring the wind that roars,
And now that you have the fate of mankind in your hand,
DEMAND…..
Of man that he should pause…..
For he stands at the threshold of the door,
That once opened will bring upon mankind,
All the Gods’ imagined wrath and more,
Make him believe,
The time has come to see some sense,
And offer our Mother some recompense!

Everything in life is in
a constant state of change
A mountain may appear fixed
for it is unlikely to change noticeably
in our lifetime
Yet from the perspective of infinite time
that mountain is just as transient
as the morning mist
Even as one looks at the mountain
it is changing
The sun, wind, rain, snow
and other forces of nature
are continually changing that mountain
It may take millions, perhaps billions of years
for a noticeable change
but Nature has infinite time
for the change

Softly the end of summer nights will sing
A calling on the wind that crickets bring
For all that still keeps my heart lamenting
Now soon even the songbirds will not sing

For deep into the valley does the stream flow
Into gurgling brook drifts the leaves that fall
When busy days of life begin to slow
Then such a sudden breeze will bring a squall

Stormy clouds drifting by with anxious rush
Past lazy sun that rises less and less
So when the ever growing night will hush
That first killing frost anyone will guess

For short is the season was summer best
Now as autumn winds blow north by northwest