Sammy

In twenty twenty I lost my best friend & mom, Second time first time January two fifteen, Lost my baby sister, I morn them both until my end draws to a close, Met a lovely black calico and her two adult kittens, One evening in August the scary smoker neighbor brought by, Miss Emily the

September Parapsychology Research

Tinged with color

Much to early Sumac’s colored,leaves fell, Top of tithering heights, Patches of color sits, September has come, Dampness moisture laiden’s my windshield, Fight stupid Motorola’s spell check for each word, Nothing impedes Fall, Color shall peak, Sooner then October, Mayhaps, Miss the colors of my northern Wisconsin, Virginia’s Shenandoah National Park, Hilda at Skyland lodges

See you in September

Then we can celebrate your June birthday, I’m counting the tear drops now, Anticipating the six months nightly chats, Two to three hours each,one hundred and eighty days by two, Three hundred hours, I will he cool then, You’ll come for a month, Then I’ll drive you home, Or I’ll visit with you and we’ll