I say thank you to the rain for watering my plants
this morning and I hear more people talking
to their gods than the day before,
a sign we’re afraid.

the tree keeps me dry as some insects drown
beside my feet (the small are seldom lucky)
everyone wants to come out a winner,
but there are only so many special seats.
sometimes a mother,
other times a border
how fair can water ever be?

The sun reaches through thick tree branches
Noisy stream welcomes walkers
Dogs seek attention
People seek attention

Cars rush by
Lorries rush by
People smile
Dogs smile

Clothes steam on the line
Feeling fine
As the sun expectedly shines
Keeps shining expectedly

SUMMER, fall, winter chills
The kitchen is HOT mixing a meal
Autumn colors & HARVESTED ripe
Winds of prosperity from MORNING to night
Apple cider with brand NEW sweaters
Red, yellow, orange LEAVES
I love this WEATHER.

welcoming to cold
how quickly you change your face
cut right to the bone

I am calm and swell
but also a storm that
will never burn out

8:07 PM
1/10/20

Morning dusk looms
and hunts furiously
across the whole earth
chasing the dark.

In conflict together
for the upcoming light.
Night is soon
succumbed to dawn.

But already makes
dark plans again,
to banish the light
once more
before nightfall

Fall changes erase
the cheap substance of summer
with holiday joys.

Multicolor leaves,
multicolor lights with turkey
delights and kinship.