Wednesday in October Part Two: Evening

Poetry and Photography
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“Love the trees until their leaves fall off, then encourage them to try again next year.” Chad Sugg

Wednesday in October Part Two: Evening 

The evening falls
The sun is setting
Soon it is time to crawl
Into the bedding
But before that
Taking a few snaps
Of the setting sun

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Wednesday in October Part One: Day Time

Poetry and Photography

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“Love the trees until their leaves fall off, then encourage them to try again next year.” Chad USG

Wednesday in October Parts One, Day Time

Type, type, type
Work, work, work
Finally, a break
Looking out the window
The sun beckoning
Stepping outside
Half way through the door
Something hits me
Like a lightning
It’s cold outside now
It’s after all, October
Time to put a coat on
Stepping out, first step…
But wait!
Don’t forget the camera!

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Sunrise, Blue Skies

Poetry and Photography

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“There was never a night or a problem that could defeat sunrise or hope” Bernard Williams

Sunrise, Blue Skies

Early morning crisp
The wind but a soft whisp
Sky of the brightest blue
Presenting the greatest view
Sunlight’s reflections of red
Painted across the shed
The night’s icy reminder
Glittering on the ground
Soon the day much kinder
And a feeling more profound

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Sunny Days in October, Part Four

October: Month of wellingtons and mackintoshes
Photography and poetry

 

“October is crisp days and cool nights, a time to curl up around the dancing flames and sink into a good book.”

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Sunny Days in October, Part Three

October: Month of wellingtons and mackintoshes
Photography and poetry

 

“October is crisp days and cool nights, a time to curl up around the dancing flames and sink into a good book.”

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Sunny Days in October, Part Two

October: Month of wellingtons and mackintoshes
Photography and poetry

 

“October is crisp days and cool nights, a time to curl up around the dancing flames and sink into a good book.”

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Sunny Days in October, Part One

October: Month of wellingtons and mackintoshes
Photography and poetry

 

“October is crisp days and cool nights, a time to curl up around the dancing flames and sink into a good book.”

Sunny Days in October Part One

Rain, rain, rain
And some more rain
But, wait… what?
Today, no rain?

Surprisingly sunny
To the point of funny
The air soft and warm
I could have sworn
It was late summer
But oh bummer

I wasn’t grinning
Because,
It was the beginning
Of October

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September in Suburbia, Part Nine, Leaves

Poetry and Photography

Posted in response to The Clinic-Photo Rehab hosted by Lucile De Godoy

“Now Autumn’s fire burns slowly along the woods and day by day the dead leaves fall and melt” William Allingham

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September in Suburbia, Part Eight, Leaves

Poetry and Photography

Posted in response to The Clinic-Photo Rehab hosted by Lucile De Godoy

“Now Autumn’s fire burns slowly along the woods and day by day the dead leaves fall and melt” William Allingham

September in Suburbia, Part Eight, Leaves

Leaves on the trees
Leaves on the ground
Even at my doorstep
Can they be found

Autumn’s foliage
Soon turning to dust
Still enough for joliage
And enjoy it I must

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September in Suburbia, Part Seven

Poetry and Photography

Posted in response to The Clinic-Photo Rehab hosted by Lucile De Godoy

 

“With my middle-class metabolism, the suburbs were where I always wanted to be” Susan Isaacs

September in Suburbia, Part Seven

Night time in Suburbia
There is no time for hysteria
Streetlights the only spots of bright
Against the darkest of night
Sidewalks empty and quiet
A few signs marked private
Walking past the darkened windows
Occupants asleep, dreaming of tomorrow
The moon hiding behind clouds
No one to see, no one to watch
So, stepping on the grass is allowed
If I through away my crutch
Take a little chance
And do a little barefoot dance
In the middle of the night
On the streest of Suburbia

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