Tuesday, November 2, 2010

The Raking Machine Strikes Again

One week ago, the tree beside my driveway was splendorous with leaves aglow bright yellow and orange with the last of the greens grasping on to their memories. 
It was a time of raking and rolling around with glee, in shirt sleeves none-the-less!

Well, those beautiful leaves have left their happy perches on the trees to nestle down in my yard. Trick or Treating last night was done with winter coats to keep the chilly temperatures from curtailing the fun. My eldest asked me this morning what the season was now, as Halloween and October were done. While I advised her that it was still Autumn, I wasn't so sure in looking out the window. 

Jack Frost had come to play, leaving helicopters grounded and the burning bush frozen in a shell pond. 


My proud dahlias bowed their heads, acquiescing that their time here was done. The faint purple of her petals destined to drop with the weight of the seasons change.
and everywhere I looked this morning evidence abounded. Here on the sedum,













there on the chives.
The seasons had changed overnight.










Ice crystals were a dead giveaway
on now last year's beautiful dahlia heads.
Even the straggling toad lily was struck down;
for shame...Ah

Ah, but I raked this morning; twelve bags I raked! I raked till I ran out of leaf bags, desperate to feel the chilly sun on my cheeks. I even filled the composter with a load and another load was stuffed into a garbage can  at the curb with the other leaf bags. In my heart, I know that the Fall days are indeed numbered and that one morning I just might wake up to a world of white, more solid than the frost coating my windshield this morning. Last week it whispered, but this week the threat seems infinitely real. I am afraid that snow angels are in my near future. My raking today brought the total up to 25 bags of leaves this year. Broke last year's record! If I can get out to buy a few more bags, I suspect that I will be able to smash that record though, as my neighbours are always good to share their leaves via the wind. 

So the bulbs have been dug up and the lawn mower's battery put to bed. Garden trinkets were put away a fews weeks ago. The hoses have yet to be drained and rolled away, but that should happen later this week. So many tasks before I retreat back into the cozy house to hibernate. I am wishing for a little more sunshine, but almost ready. Almost ready...

Sunday, October 31, 2010

Everyday is Halloween

BOO!!
Happy Halloween all!
Couldn't resist a blast from the past
(for you too Ms. C)
Too tired after returning from my sister's house and the mayhem of a 5 year old's Chuck E Cheese party,
plus the 2 1/2 hour drive home, 
followed by a mad scramble to carve a few bumpy pumpkins
 to offer you another scary scribbled tale.
The blissful sugary-anticipating grins from my little ones
makes it all worthwhile,
as I rub my tender tootsies
and bid you good night...

Enjoy this taste of Ministry
(A band I gothically glammed to in my teen years)
and my Halloween treat for you.

Friday, October 29, 2010

Happy Halloween

From the patch
It sprouted wings!
Went masquerading
Those ghoulish things!

Big, orange and round
With bumpy face
This Jack ‘o Lantern
Must find a place

Oh, there he is
In spooky splendor
Sitting beside
A grave yard pyre

That evil eye
He fixes on me
Can only be found
On Halloween

BOO!!!
Happy Halloween!

^^^
It is Friday and I banged out a little 55 word poem for G-Man with a festive flair.
Have a great weekend!

Thursday, October 28, 2010

It's Coming

Fluttering flags fly
full force
in face of
wind's whipped warnings
- winter's coming

Birds scuttle and dart
foraging for fall's 
sumptuous seeds scattered
amongst the blown leaves

A brown bushy tail
flicks and twitches
amidst tree trunks
unearthing edible organics
worthy of winter ware

Haste
must keep the pace
creatures great and small race
lest flurried activity wane
in winter's arms

Frenzied tasks ebb
as wind slacks, slows
and the last leaf drops
on a soft blanket
turned from brown to white

Wednesday, October 27, 2010

Sonic Drum Healing

soft silk
that  slides
 in my ear
via singing
bowls and shruti box

a hiss 
so fine it lingers
behind my eyes
as I float 
on 
tonal
dreamy notes
hrrumm
...

ting
it releases
tensions held
dripping down the didgeridoo
replete with the resonance
of a rain stick
in a room 
full
of recovering
reasons
to live life to the full.

a soft gong
returns us to today
a better place to pray
on knees 
no longer able to 
bend
for some
but  willing
to beat out
their dreams on a drum

~
If you are interested and willing, check out the ever-growing community at One Stop Poetry, where they host a weekly OneShot poetry writing circle. There is an amazing assortment of artists that are willing to share their poetic wares. Happy Wednesday!

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