Precious Morning

arounnd the corner and up the hill a

hole is being carved out for a home...

seomeone builds as another tears down

and life as we know it goes on...  it is

another day in the valley, a southern

atmosphere of life - slow and intentional

with purpose of forethought...  the sun

hides behind the trees as it creeps

upward and the temps remain low

and comfortable...  a growling motor

noise permeates all around, even with

a loss of hearing is heard...  fools

remain inside to avoid the light as

others seek knowledge elsewhere and I

notice it all from my observattion platform;

fall is a magical time starting with

political clowns and teachers of a new history

as goblins and the harvests stay true to 

our methodologies and when the final month

of the year approaches, we learn to bend a

knee and give thanks with gratitude for our

survival and all those who returned from

their servitudes...  we look forward to the

new as we abandon our past, never to be

seen again in this lifetime but remember

as it should be...  never knowing nor caring

where the past actually goes...  we are the

victimes of our impending future, digging

holes in the ground of our new opportunities

remembering how precious life is each morning.

15 October 2021