The August rain and wind, humidity, burning bushes reality in an orange leaf, green turning red, our aspens slightly yellow, Marjorie, stirring beef for a main dish, Laurel creating on her Apple laptop, white and clean, Leaning back into the easy chair, watching the beauty of this day like the first hint of Autumn Poems, and again, isn't it late summer, so I look to October, my birth month September, and I am older than the terrible bombings of the World Trade Towers, birth date 9-11-1951, and cried the day the people died, wept with compassion, to write of the day we would always look at differently.
The August rain and wind, humidity, burning bushes reality in an orange leaf, green turning red, our aspens slightly yellow, Marjorie, stirring beef for a main dish, Laurel creating on her Apple laptop, white and clean, Leaning back into the easy chair, watching the beauty of this day like the first hint of Autumn Poems, and again, isn't it late summer, so I look to October, my birth month September, and I am older than the terrible bombings of the World Trade Towers, birth date 9-11-1951, and cried the day the people died, wept with compassion, to write of the day we would always look at differently.
Comments
Post a Comment