May I present my firstborn
with his demure and doting Missus?
Their Halloween hugs are easy,
but there’s a problem with the kisses.
Happy Halloween, dear reader!
May there be a bit of childhood for you tonight!
Monthly Archives: October 2016
Connections: October 30.16
Poor suffering ghostie
plaintive his mimes:
Somebody stick a sock
in these infernal wind chimes!
Thanks again to the S.W. Berg Photo Archives.
Connections: October 29.16
Some invitations are silent
but pull you in just as well
without a single word
they say
Come in and set a spell.
More thanks to the S.W. Berg Photo Archives.
Connections: October 28.16
My eye climbs
giddy to name
all the colors
in one flame.
Thanks more to the S.W. Berg Photo Archives.
Connections: October 27.16
Behold my front yard gallery
a blushing leafy spree
the crimsons are grand
I can tell you firsthand —
if only they’d stay on the tree.
Connections: October 26.16
I think the ducks know
that their grey-green world
is edged in yellow-brown
that summer’s London Bridge
leaf by leaf
is falling down
that their rippled hideaway
will soon be roofed
by bare-boned arbor
so subdued they seem
gliding
soundless
to its shady harbor.
Connections: October 25.16
I am generous to a fault
so I give this gift to you.
Now please excuse me while I seek
the tree on which it grew.
Dear reader, did you know that October 28, better known as THIS FRIDAY,
is National Chocolate Day? My calendar says so; therefore, it must be true.
Are you ready for it?
More thanks to the S.W. Berg Photo Archives.
Connections: October 24.16
Herein lies the tale
of Little Boat and Big Tree:
the tree is my latest idea
the little boat is me.
Again, thanks to the S.W. Berg Photo Archives.
Connections: October 23.16
As in all the years gone by
you have to move your eye —
it’s time to remember
that towards November
the garden moves nearer the sky.
Connections: October 22.16
Behold the lowly doorstop
stubborn heavy weight
faithful to its duty
going nowhere is its fate.
Yet nobility is there
clunky on the floor
steadfastness in purpose
jaunty esprit de corps.
In keeping that door open
it’s a kind of fighter
resisting subtle forces
not unlike a writer.
More thanks to the S.W. Berg Photo Archives and to the D.J. Berg Family Treasures Collection.
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