How

How in a world so cold and self centered we find a heart that is warmly beating.

How soft is

How soft is  the heart that falls so hard

words

words harm
words heal
words lie
words reveal
words were 
invented by man
interpreted the best
and worst he/she
can

the time

i am thinking
it is getting cold
i have not yet opened
or so i am told.
what did i miss
when in bud phase
the sun's sweet kiss
and warm, long gaze.
yet here i sit
heart still bold
in the midst of it
and getting old.

rapt

rapt in the grace of fall
that's all.

All Hallows

My humans are such jacko-lanterns

❤️🦜Magic Mikey 🦜❤️

garage eagle triplefeed

our life is not easy
especially when it is
cold outside
we have to work
hard to survive
but sometimes
in our concrete castle
we find what we need
and together we have
a garage eagle
triplefeed.

friday pretty

friday pretty
neck stretch long
looking ahead
feeling ready
and strong.

the wall of fall

have you seen the wall of fall
standing stalwart between summer
and winter's chilly call.

When we

When we reach we learn and teach

between the cracks

between the cracks of
heartache and hope
despair and delight

little white bonnets

little white bonnets
covered in dew
each day is a lifetime
and always something
new.

autumn-all

sandwiched between
sweet oranges
and green

the last

the last i am
soon
to be gone
as cold the ground
i shall fall upon.

ribbon

if love were a pretty protective ribbon
taking all the good you have given
wrapping itself around your hurting heart
leaving only the lovingest
part!

in the quiet

in the quiet when the
mind is rolling
thoughts leaping
about.

we see

we see,
while in repose
that which eludes us
when hectic
takes the helm

we shine

we shine in colors soft and muted
we shine in vibrance,
never diluted.
we shine in colors bright
that sing.
we shine when it is
joy we bring.

national dessert dazed

tis national dessert day
looky looky
our own private stash
of pumpkin biscotti
and cookies
gonna eat em like i just
don't care.
p.s. old women don't like to share😛

shadow pretty

shadow pretty,
hiding.
she believes
in the world that
lives between
the leaves.

a flower cries

a flower cries not from the sadness of leaving
but from the joy of having been

a parfait sky

did you ever
want to fly
in a parfait sky
rich colors
caressing your wings
as the world
below
goes by.

flashes of

flashes of brilliance
against a backdrop
of resilience

how did i not know

how did i not know that it is the real
that sustains
that fills the crevasse
with warm, needed  nectar.

earth mother laments

When the earth mother created this planet,
For man and all creatures
A garden was borne, of her beautiful features
A haven of habitats varied,
nurtured with care
Embraced by the blue green of the sea
the blue greys of sky and air
The deep browns of the mountains
The harsh desert sands
icy whitish extremes
of the vast frozen lands
and now she sits watching
her world slip away
the animals she cherishes
nearing their last days.

if life

if life were a series
of fit and starts
would each one be
echoed
by a beat
of
your
heart.

Pinklet

Pinklet open
I am hoping

🎼🎶the music🎶🎼

The music of fall touches us all

Autumn doves

Autumn doves
Sweet gentle hues
As autumn pays

Apres summer
Dues

flight

our wings are how we survive
their strength is what keeps
us alive
though our living is made
by the act of flight
sometimes in the air
we take delight
we soar so high
we swoop so low
our wings take us
where we need to go.
flights of fancy
are a luxury we cannot
indulge
the secrets of flight
we will never divulge

grace

we can find grace
in the most unexpected
place.

look behind

i cannot tell you where it went
how it went
how it was misspent
the time a gift we
do not understand
until it slip
out of our hands.

like flowers

each moment i see
bells look like flowers
flowers like bells
that count down the
hours.

we feel

we feel the pressures of the world
outside this little cubbyhole that we
call home.
but as a team
we always dream
and dreams are what
feed our souls
as we face whatever,
together.

as clouds

as clouds might form
in the sky above
sunlight warms
and warm
is
love.

happy octcrowber

september flew away
so fast
30 days now in
the past.
now an octcrowber
to remember...
before the attack
of november

caw!