Sunscreen and Spy Novels

Summer sun and sunscreen, yelling into the air,

“I cannot put this book down…..she escaped again!”

washing the sand off my feet, means

I’ll be back again….

    

Well I didn’t exactly do a good job of taking a summer break, now did I? There were several reasons, one of which is my wife and I got sick (nothing major).

So our time at the beach was cut short. We have been taking a break though, spending time together.

I’ve read two novels so far, and I’m on my third. I had forgotten how much I loved a good action, sci-fi adventure!

And the book I was yelling about in the poem? The Rook, by Daniel O’Malley, which crosses a number of genres. It’s a sci-fi, paranormal, mystery, spy adventure. I do recommend it.

P.S. I’m still taking it easy. Have a great summer!

Peace.

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On Thanksgiving Day

As we prepare our feasts, bake our pies,

give our homes a warm glow

may we always remember

our own lights within

to encourage, to lift up

our neighbors.

May no one

feel alone.

We are not

unconnected.

   

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The Last Snowflake

Only a few flakes swirl now, meandering towards the earth

as winter loses its battle, green shoots stand at attention,

while in the silence, the sun pulls away

the clouds,

and the last snowflake

melts on the petal

of a daffodil.

    

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Before the First Snow

A blue tint of morning hangs in a colder air, frost biting

as heavier squirrels still make quick work

of hiding their treasure,

warm dens abandoned

to prepare

before the first snow.

      

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Red and Gold

The red and gold are pushing further in now, as the green

simply surrenders

to the cooler air, and even mystics

can have visions

of apples cooking, sprinkled

with cinnamon.

    

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Our September Prayers

Our prayers will be a little softer now, our spirits

letting go of the heat of summer

we turn instead, breathing the incense

of leaves, and the earth discovering

her own passion.

     

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In the Woods After the Storm

Sunlight burning the fog lifting, I stood

motionless listening, I thought I heard a deer

nibbling on some leaves,

I had blended, unseen

for a moment my heart counted

as the earth began,

breathing after the storm

crisp air taking over

as the wind

moved, the tops of the trees.

     

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