November 09th, 2014

Back yard camp fire and picture of our front yard. The winds of October may be a little late but here it is.

       - Good Times -
There's a stillness in the air
  the horizons mirrored in the snow,
the trees look cold and bare 
  the evening moon makes everything glow.
The smell of hot chocolate and cookies
  from the neighbors humble abode,
In the kitchen to take a lookie 
 to make some goodies of my own. 
Some logs crackle on the fire 
  champagne bubbles tickle my nose,
 won't be long before I tire 
  settling in to warm my toes.


- Winds Of October -
Drying up out in cold
  dying flowers dangling,
from greens to reds to gold
  scenery completely changing.
Soon in snow I'll be standing 
  the wispy winters call,
like helicopters landing 
  dried up oak seeds fall.
Twisting turning all the way
  leaves fall when winds blow,
on a sunny October day
  looking out my window.
J D Poore