Posted on October 31, 2021
Nothing is perfect
Nor is anyone
Anyone who says different
Is someone to shun
Snake oil sales
Are through the roof
Will fix what ails you
And they have proof
You and I know
It's a load of bull
Take it as humor
Something wonderful
Even grey days
Make the air feel cool
Then sun breaks though
Something wonderful
How a single leaf
Is beyond belief
Nature shares with you
Something wonderful
Posted on October 31, 2021
Just a seedling
This one has attitude
Dropped here by the wind
Soon it took up root
Fall Harvest
Is everywhere
Just look around
Don't be scared
It may be Halloween
That will give you a fright
I like to see it more
As the Crescent Moon so bright
Fall Harvest
Is everywhere
Just look around
Don't be scared
Give thanks every day
I think there is a God
But I'm not religious
You might find this odd
Fall Harvest
Is everywhere
Just look around
Don't be scared
Posted on October 31, 2021
The best day is Today
(Until tomorrow)
All we have is our time
It's nothing we can borrow
Things, do they matter?
(Why yes, they do!)
But just for a short while
Until we're through
A leaf, a sky
(Such beautiful things)
Our friends and loved ones
The best that life brings
Posted on October 30, 2021
Rustic or rust?
Either is fine
Aged fall leaves
Like a fine wine
Some of the colors
Are hard to describe
Extra terrestrial
Comes to mind
Catch it now
While you can
These days are fleeting
Winters at hand
Posted on October 30, 2021
The trees
Have been all aglow
Putting on
A glorious show
This Autumn
Has been the absolute best
The forty years
I've been in the West
So inspired
To write and sing
Rejoice! give thanks,
For such a glorious thing
Posted on October 30, 2021
We tree guys
Of Orient Aint
Our good looks
Will make you faint
We've arrived
To cheer you up
Pour some beer
Into our cups
Never too early
To deck the halls
Fill the tree
With colored balls
Posted on October 29, 2021
The Thing in the Attic
Neither Goddess or God
It snorts and it grunts
And smells rather odd
We never go up there
We leave it alone
It frightens us nightly
It's low steady moan
They said it was haunted
We didn't believe
We thought what we wanted
Our selves we deceived
Posted on October 28, 2021
In the basement
I hear music
No one's down there
I hear noise
Someone's singing
More like moaning
Like a banshee
High pitched voice
Descend the staircase
Turn on the light
The sound has stopped now
Nothing in sight
Horror Show
Posted on October 27, 2021
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