BOON COMPANION
Across the street from me,
Is a tree,
In the fall ’tis easy to see,
Somewhat alike we be.
Somewhat drunk the trunk,
Skinny gnarly limbs bare,
Almost bare on top, I thunk,
But still the glee is there !
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I watched this tree come green in the Spring
And its glorious canopy of green,
Till in the Fall the leaves shimmered in gold,
Till they began to fall,
Much is to be seen,
‘Twixt the two of us,
Perhaps ?
WHAT’S WRONG WITH PICTURE ?
Looks like an agreeable chap,
Something not quite right though,
Something missing, big flap,
After, did it right, had a go.
Not too obvious,
Perhaps noticed only by the snobious,
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Got clothes on, suspenders, watch, hearing aid in sight.
Had my oxygen with me,
Just blown my nose and while my head was light,
I had to see,
The fun in sight.
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My cannula (oxygen tube) in sight
at my throat,but it was tucked
under my chin ere being returned
where it belonged.
This old man is a dingbat !
THOSE LAST DAYS
Of warmth and greenth,
Soon to change,
With coolth,
And the appearance of mange.
We enjoyed doing errands today,
As our track,
Went by two parks, on the way,
Over and back,
Same route.
Trees changing, it is plain to see,
But the grass is still green,
During the work day,
Humans scarce enough,
Bet they’d have their way,
And do picnic stuff.
Two parks, two lakes in a string,
Along I-70 interstate,
Always a treat for me,
Scenery so great.
Then on the way home, we face a choice,
Wadsworth Blvd and home ?
Or on to the Western Slope ?
It would be so fun to roam,
But trying to not be a dope,
I again opted for home.
NATURE VS. MAN
In woudrous ways doth nature work,
Fitting itself to climate,
Here in dry land,
Cacti is great.
And I saw a bit of snow,
Hiding way back in,
On such a warm and sunny day it did glow,
Saying water is not a sin.
Man does his thing,
To make things seem what they ain’t,
But his things don’t sing,
He leaves a straight taint.
Those rafters seem to bend the eye,
The roof only slants one way,
Architect is quite a guy,
And had his say.
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Outside of the building extensive work was done, recently.
Things look different for sure.
YESTERDAY AND TOMORROW
Winter sends an omen,
Of rattling icy bones,
A mere gnomon,
Of coming more severe tones.
But today, an impessionist scene,
Ere the leaves all fall,
Brings joy to my heart, I mean,
I had a ball.
The glorious sun,
Doth play in the trees leaves,
‘Til I am to a turn done,
Glory this man perceives.
Then after a time,
A few months more of Boreas country,
And Spring’s wonderful clime,
Bursts into colorful rhyme.
For the nonce,
I sit, ponder and dream,
Of how I was once,
And hope to some day enjoy the cream,
Of again, ”growing up”
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WHAT A DIFFERENCE A DAY MAKES
As it says in the old, old song,
Yesterday amid fall cleanup actions,
Heather did roses pick,
While I did the storage fractions.
Apparently last of the season,
A cold front without a hot back,
The main reason,
And with it the white flack.
This afternoon the sun is battling to emerge,
With little luck,
A bit of light doth surge,
Would that I could this weather duck.
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As days of the winter pass, some will be shirtsleeve days,
And others a bit more grim.
Overall mild the winter be as usual, here
In our Eden.
