September 1st, 2014
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They come to us~night after night
walking through their dried out
barren world~the creek~ dry
a few stagnant pools remain
~
She feeds with her kits~furtive
looking over her shoulder
small black hand busily sorting
she knows we watch and worries
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Her kids, all sizes~yet the same age
one so tiny he often sits in the bowl
growling~fighting for every bite
they take turns in the birdbath nearby
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Drinking~washing their nimble hands
then a bit of playing catch on the roof
we endure the racket~knowing they suffer
doing what we can to help ease their plight
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Our policy of not feeding the wildlife
crumbles in view of their dire need
how can she raise this brood of babes
without a helping hand~praying for rain
***
September 2nd, 2014
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Let's see if I can create
a picture in your mind
an image of hot days
ending in fiery sunsets
smokey veils drifting
hanging in the trees
across the creek bed
then being scattered
by sudden hot gusts
wind tearing moisture
from the ground much
faster then we can water
dryness claimed everything
our surroundings are now
cinder dry~we worry
and water our oasis
not only for reprieve
from the brutal sun
but hopefully adding
safety during these
last days of summer's
brutal reign this year
oaks will wait no longer
already they shed their
tattered leaves well
before their usual time
quiet nights are broken
by strident cicada song
acorns hit the roofs
like gunshots~sleep
is becoming elusive
let autumn find us soon
all of us are spent
September 3rd, 2014
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They are rustling among the leaves
brief flashes of sapphire blue
vests of cinnamon brown velvet
~
Bluebirds arrive for the harvest
eagerly eating their fill
of the delectable bounty
~
Plentiful dusky-blue berries
are plucked quickly
leaving bright scarlet stems
~
Not a berry left~they're done
taking to the air~off they go
only vivid droppings remain
September 4th, 2014
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Like an acrobat she hangs
upside down in the Buddleia
motionless~waiting patiently
~
Her arms folded devoutly
slowly tilting her head
eyes alert~praying for prey
~
If they miss her eerie silhouette
they're doomed~she'll strike
then feast~prayers answered
September 5th, 2014
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A collection of pretty cups and mugs
somehow they make whatever
you choose each day extra special
~
Looking into the cupboard~searching
there's an old favorite~hiding in the back
embracing it's girth~it feels quite nice
~
There's something comforting about
a well loved cup~fitting just so
broad solid base~no wobbles
~
Lifting it to your mouth~steamy curls
bringing the scent of your beverage
you anticipate the flavor~inhale deeply
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Then sipping cautiously~careful~ it's hot
whatever it is coffee~tea~hot cocoa
such a comforting ritual~don't you think?
~
This morning a newcomer gets a turn
Alice and the Cheshire cat~when hot
all that remains is the well-known grin
~
Function and perfect form in a whimsical
magical package~smiling back at that grin
wearing a mustache of whipped cream
***
September 6th, 2014
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6WS
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Mercury rises
will autumn
ever come
***
#2
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Waking to a cool crisp breeze
quietly slipping through the curtains
she carries the first scent of autumn
~
Or is it just my constant yearning
for that most delectable season
fooling my senses for a moment
~
Rising quickly I slip into the garden
embracing the early morning chill
by noon summer will win another round
~
For now I walk the paths, robe clad
savoring this delicious preview
of the main feature soon to come
***
September 7th, 2014
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Questions
~
How do we know
if it's truly us
or ego deciding
we be introverts?
Do hard times lived
dictate who we
become~either easy
and joyful~or not?
Does it come to us
through DNA or maybe
past lives lived?
In being Introverts
do we really choose
our own path
safe in our shell
unable to extend
our tender bits
sometimes even
to those we trust?
Or are we instead
prisoners of our
ego's demands?
Feeling lonely
yet held back
from stepping out
to embrace
those waiting
with open arms
life's inner mysteries
never easily solved
or understood.
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