Wednesday, October 27, 2010


Hey ~ I've been away, doing a walkabout in Wales and Ireland, minding the store, the usual routines. Still writing plenty, just not blogging. Time to get going again. Enjoy...

It’s hard to know what to wear this time of year
for early risers wrapped against the cold
the layers right for morning
have us wilting later on

Rotting comes so easy
to this season of regrets
the lingering heat, light and moisture
force a slow, death march of mold

There’s a graceless aging
when some colors seem mis-matched
like the garish plaid and gold chain
in the rag-top roaring by

With a sharpness on the outside
and a warmth that comes and goes
you can’t help but wonder if
October is a He


  1. Calf muscles
    Rock hard
    Three months walking
    Trudging along
    Thinking about October
    blowing hot and cold
    Is she a he?
    Is he a she?
    Welcome back
    Love your poem

  2. JDM,
    This is a wonderful poem.
    October must be a he.
    Glad to see you back!