Cry Uncle
A brilliant entropy
Cascading wood
Golden canopy
Where chlorophyll stood
Juncture changed
A calico range
Leaves red faced
Season paced
Another Sun gone
So soon, along
Advertisements
Archives
All posts for the month October, 2015
SHATTERED CHATTEL
Broken inventory
Careless friends
Stolen itinerary
Heaven sends
Bashed hopes
Unfriendly snoops
Opportunistic fiends
Wealthy miens
Dashed health
Absorbed by wealth
On your lest
As others best
Your seed all sown
For them to own
AUTUMNAL OVATION
Brilliant sunlight splays
O’ rooftop, gallant rays
Making vibrant green
Chlorophyll still mean
A promise of weather warm
Before a quiet cold front storm
And seasons Season cold
By breezes wafting bold
Sweeping to the east
To turn the foliage gold
Before the Winter’s yeast
Another year gone old
OCTOBER REST
Knowing too well the Moon
Seeing seasons too soon
Sultry Summer long gone
Fruiting Autumn sings song
Waiting Winter will wend
Yielding yearning Years end
DENIED
The Privy Council rules the day
Legislating laws to have their way
Taxing workers to fill a larder
Making middle-class life all the harder
Counterfeiters of the truth
Cousins, sisters, and brothers of Ruth
Capitalism is your’s to own
Making it work you are alone
Your ruling class will not stop
Socialism; at the top
THE GAMBOL
Precipitation prattles heavily on the skylight that emits a glaring gray light casting opaque shadows on shadowed walls. Wisps of rain in sheets like blurred phantoms waft over the eaves of the portico away from the peppery shingles that have been rendered a greasy charcoal-black by the weather. From a bay window looking out on a lush and verdant wood, colors yet unchanged by the season, still emerald, jade and chartreuse, I watch and wait as the swaying trees waggle the Watusi to the tune of the gusting winds.
IN THE FACE
Jack and Lantern, on the terrace of the treehouse high over the wood, laugh in the face of fifty mile per hour winds wobbling the still verdant canopy as inches of rain stream uphill while a silver-gray-violet pall drapes o’er the peninsula.
