September stew is savory,
And this is how it’s made:
Start with hand-picked, lengthy
Stalks of sweet September shade.
Mix in lawn chairs, tables too,
Good friends, and family,
Add some wine, turn up the heat,
And stir occasionally.
Season with some salty tales,
Perhaps break out in song,
Bring to boil, reduce the heat,
And simmer all day long.
when I see myself
as a character in a book
a wonderful transition
takes place
life’s ups and downs
are only little twists
in the plot to keep
the book entertaining
moreover
I would buy this book
it takes a great star
and a tiny mote of dust
to make a sunset
–photo by me
–Photo by me
I dream of a garden
In some secret glade,
Where apples are rubies
And leaves are cool jade.
I see amethyst asters
On peridot stems,
Raspberry garnets —
And all made of gems!
The garden pond ripples
With blue tiger’s eye
In this emerald glade
‘Neath this sapphire sky.
When the amber sun sets,
And the pearl moon’s nigh,
Then the diamonds come out
In the black onyx sky.
A
Boy
Can
Do
Everything
For Girls,
However,
It
Just
Kindles
Laziness.
Manipulating
Naive
Over-doers
Pretty
Quickly
Requires
Some
To
Use
Vitamins
While
X-tracting
Your
Zest.
local folk once feared
that open-pit mining would
scar their pristine land
but the wounds healed nicely
with the help of nature’s hand
–photo by me
Well, the weekends came every other day, and now summer is about to stub her bare toes on September, so on this last day of August, I leave you with these wildflowers and fruit I picked on my walk in the woods yesterday. Have a great autumn!
–photo by me
I am not the
ink
on this page
I am not the
pen
nor the hand
I’m not even
the
man printing
I am the one
who
created life
I am all the
men
in the world
I am the one
god
in everybody
my path up ahead
looks like it comes to an end
I don’t think it does
–photo by me
michaeljordahl 