Tropical fervor IV

The silver rain pummels ; slapping the charcoal pavement as the gutters overflow streaming toward the open bay.

Tropical Fervor III

The verdant cloak canopying over Lookerman, procrastinates ; holding on to the chlorophyll infused leaves that provide energy for photosynthesis ; slowing, but still generating oxygen, moments before their masks turn to calicos of red, yellow and orange. The air is moisture–laden and cold, yet, very still ; the street is darkened and rain dampened, enough that that showering vibration resonates above the silence as the wheels of a car turn in progress toward some random errand. Traffic appears to have lessened, perhaps due to the drop in temperature ; no one is walking, even the usually rambunctious squirrels are out of sight. As the adjustments to the change in season become more reconciled ; those who have not yet, haul off and haul out the heavier clothing, let the storm windows and doors slam shut with the wind, weatherize their choice of transportation, and alter or move their thermostats to a degree of comfort or affordability : mobility will return and it will be back to business as usual and sooner than you think there will be those who will complain about how cold it is and in the next breath ask, where is Al Gore now?

Tropical Fervor II

As commuters sluice their way north and south on Governors Avenue, a balmy tropical breeze pours in from the east. At six-forty-seven am, a silver-violet sky spills a mysterious pall over the Delmarva Peninsula; with the re-set to standard time still weeks away. The wet asphalt and the shroud of a sky seem to coalesce in a shiny muted red- violet. An armada of giant yellow school busses stream speedily north; loaded with ghosts of vacant seats. Bold lights of grocery and convenience stores reflect on every surface, promising hot coffee or breakfast for the workday ahead. With the surfaces of the roads slippery from this much needed rain; please drive gently …

Tropical Fervor…

Tropical Fervor

Traffic lights sway to the tempo of a tropical percussion, while trees swish in a chorus to and fro tickled by the tune of the air turning in circles as it sweeps ore the peninsula. New fallen leaves, before their time, pepper the sides of the path, some spiraling downward pirouetting above the surface, some whorled off into space; the spinning tops not all in their autumn colors, some still green, some yellow, some orange-red a few golden-brown. The hibiscus shiver from the breeze as if trying to shake loose their pink, red and white dresses or at the very least dry the rainy mist from the frilly frocks. Vehicles continue to sluice through the remnants of the depression; leaving the sound of the slosh as they compose their way to work and to school. As the storm system progresses northward the sun will once again shine; the leaves and flowers will dry as they bathe in the glory of old Sol; the pavement will cease to produce irregular splashing sounds as the rain water evaporates, the loose leaves will become free of moisture, the trees may stand still, at rest from the vigorous dance routine, traffic lights won't be making their dizzying movements and it will be time for lunch …

Her Word…

Her Word

A word spoken

Transparent tone

Tossed token

Fast alone

Days spent

Hours numbered

Minutes lent

Seconds lumbered

Slave to love

Love to slave

Second of

If behave

Wrong way

This spin

Her say

Not a win

Live and die

Die to live

All the sky

The will to give

A word spoken

Out of fog

Spell the token

Just a dog

Up the river

Up the river

To a place

More than a sliver

Of good grace

Friends to wine

Friends to laugh

Friends to dine 

And offer bath

River beautiful

River strong

Never ever still

River song

Verdant wood

Offers peace

Music stood

Welcome lease

Magical peace.

Crescent and Cross

Discernible crescent

Obvious Cross

Omnipresent

Neither to boss