The forecast is for rain today.
Yesterday, we had rain.
It’s supposed to rain tomorrow.
And then, it will rain again.
The forecast is for rain today.
Yesterday, we had rain.
It’s supposed to rain tomorrow.
And then, it will rain again.
The columns of death are rising.
There’s a long, dark road ahead.
The numbers shake the heart and soul:
a quarter million dead.
We’ve had a lot of dogs
through the course of the years.
They’ve mainly brought friendship.
They’ve brought a few tears.
They’ve all been different –
as we knew they would.
But, they all have loved, and,
they’ve tried to be good.
I’m thinking today
of Cheryl’s dog, Spot.
Small in size. Big in heart.
A quivering bundle of energy.
Loyal and true as she could be.
Two black bunnies sit in the rain
and nibble at my grass.
Stone still. Ears stiff. A little twitch…
eyes watch me as I pass.
Our Book says I’m the hostess
for our next upcoming meeting.
So, I thought I’d plan to clean a bit,
and think on what we’re Eating.
But, Our Guv just put the Kibosh on
our luncheon in December.
This year of 2020
is a time we’ll all remember!
I send my love to each of you,
with wishes for Health and Fun.
I know we’ll get together again
in Twenty-Twenty-One.
She was a good woman.
She was a good wife.
She raised good children.
She led a good life.
The Election stopped me dead in my track.
I can’t go forward. I can’t go back.
I watch the news like a person transfixed,
waiting to see who the nation’s picked.
Email from my daughter: About Last Night
Did you see the moon and Mars?
They were hanging out among the stars.
Email reply:
I saw the moon.
I didn’t see Mars.
I didn’t see any glittering stars.
I saw bright rays of shimmering light.
I saw the beautiful, moon lit night.
Mom
In Spring: Ahead.
In Fall: Go Back.
It’s time for the
Seasonal Clock Attack!