"Tis quiet time when shadows grow and bade the patrons rest...... humanity et.al. endeavor are winding down the test.
One more will soon be gone beyond begat by memory.....unto the box of picture cards no longer wild and free.Thus we shelve the earthen crock, the stag to cure til high..... the roots we bury deep beneath a gray November sky.
Tis time again both foe and friend must set aside their strife..... for soon we'll see our future need adorn a tree of life.
So be it lass and laddie dear you hear in vocal scree....another year we've made the grade lets stow the weaponry.
We've made the grade with rake with spade adhering to the rule.... its time for fun for everyone the coming of our yule."
11 comments:
wow. so quick. and you're ready and raring to go...
you paint a vivid picture; my nose is cold already.
thanks you two......I always love your thots and words.
Lovely writing, and I also like that picture of you very much.
Thanx Miz B....I'm a big handsome devil with emphasis on the "devil", eh? Glad to see you're feeling better...no more sympathetic responses to your sib....K ??
Dennis it looks cold there, but you do look like you could take on the world. Take care. c
Naw Cindy.......t'aint the truth. Weather or the world......hahahahahah...-12 was the coldest during a short snap. Its probably +6 right now and windy as hell.
You've been rhyming quite a bit lately, Dennis.
I'm concerned.
:-)
Lovely poem. I read it with cold hands and warm heart.
Ananji
A riddle a rhyme a diddle in time....... ;)~
I can indeed see the Yule season in the photos already. That's a brilliant piece, sort of preparing everyone for coming Holidays.
Sasha.....you exemplify all the attributes my generation hoped for in yours...
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