If On A Bench

On a bench in dappled light

Thoughts of truth

Captured flight

No such proof.

Autumns wane

Winters come

Plutocrats bane

Less your sum.

Winters cold

To keep warm

Politicos bold

Grant you harm.

Keep your work

What you have

As they cork

Image, save.

On Thursday Morn…

On Thursday Morn

Four young deer

Root and rustle

Through autumn leaves

Very near

Out my window

In the wood

Camouflaged

For their good

While trees sway

To the melody 

Of the breeze

Under milky

Cerulean sky.

January Two Thousand Five

 I Walked by the sea today

Breathed of the ocean

Observed sandpipers reflections

The reflection of the second tower

The path the ocean takes to the pond

the neap tide…

Cartoons

New music

Nudes

Handicapped workers

Crab soup

Parka

Waterproof boots

Agreeable fragrance

Soft shirt

Free thought

Free walk.

Full Moon Above Adams Morgan

Full Moon Above

A trip to the west

Never too soon

Close to the vest

Full moon 

Above Adams Morgan

Near the saloon

Malbec forgone

Old city spark

Sushi sing-song

A ride in the park

Warm weather

Soon before dark

Free from a tether

No need to dither

Bosphorus

Bosphorus

Black sea to the north

Sea of Marmara at the south

Fifty-five thousand ships go forth.

Istanbul resides on the mouth

Both sides bordering

A formal division couched,

To the west Europeans sing

In the east Asians toil

Suspension bridges bring.

Two miles across, the foil

Six thousand oil tankers

Carrying Russian Oil

Thirty-two Kilometers

Nearly four-hundred feet deep

Ancient war time barometer

Some fine authors tend to steep

Some fine authors love and keep.

Clean Your Clock

The sharp breeze whisks the oblong golden parchments over the path in rapid succession as if they were lost souls beckoned by the Pied Piper from a faraway grave. Magically, like a spell cast by Miss Granger, Harry Potter's good friend, lifted and abolished only to be superseded by more of the same. A hot sun warms the cool breeze fervently while drying the ochre leaves as they torrent northward to an undisclosed location. Autumnal cleaning.

Hello Darkness My Old Friend

 Autumn is here.

 I find it disheartening and

 uncomfortable for the interior temperature to drop twenty degrees in one day; this is a first for me.

How is it at yours?

Cold Getting Old