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
Calf muscles
ReplyDeleteRock 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
JDM,
ReplyDeleteThis is a wonderful poem.
October must be a he.
Glad to see you back!
Pamela