a gray morning in November
unseasonably warm

once again it is the crows domain
they speak to one another, you know

the wind carries anticipation
the ground seems ready willing and able
to accept the coming snow

yesterday was a rare day
I did not drive my automobile
good news traveled my way

one dry leaf falls
floats on the breeze
****** it before it touches
the earth interrupting
determinism

anxiety stifles happiness
a goal that is realized
in stops and starts
a million jabillion thoughts
each and every day
yet we see ourselves as making rational choices
information overload
any idea what the mistake ratio might be ?


Wednesday, November 6, 2013