Going walking soon.
How will my legs are treat me
In the summer heat?
A little cool air
Makes walking a lot more fun
I feel I can breathe.
Will she make it home
Or even on time this time?
Nothing is easy.
Summer grass is brown.
Not golden-just boring brown.
Green grass? Promises.
Back from the airport.
Headlights across the driveway.
Moon is up, but home.
The plants droop their heads.
The back covered in debris.
Waiting for Helen.
Lights on and pills out.
Chicken out and coffee smell.
Pen out and waiting.
Descending spiral.
Hurtful words and throwing things.
Seldom ends 'all smiles'
Blue jays jeer around.
Chicken yells back fighting words.
The back door opens..
Angry words spoken
Words like concussive grenades.
Then weary retreat.
Neighbors car rumbling.
The coffee maker grinding.
Lights on. Chicken out.
Sprinklers watering.
Sunlight through the top window.
A summer morning.
Many a man's plans
But fall or rise is from God.
Enjoy the doing.
When the days are long.
Everything can get done.
When they're short, we sleep.
Cut down the tall grass.
Trim back the dying branches.
It's not like Versailles.
Lazy summer days.
Nothing moves under the sun.
Hammocks in the shade.
No more kids' lunches.
Or breakfasts, for that matter.
Recalling voices.
Trickle of water
In the wrong place and too strong.
Irrigation leak.
Little-tail chicken
Follows me around the yard.
Eats insects and grubs.
Unexpected alarm.
Did not know why it started
Can't sleep when it stops.
Enemy at peace?
If we are at peace with God
Is that difficult?
Middle of the night.
Hasty farewell and long drive.
Musty smell of home.
Summer fades in weeks.
Once vibrant, now dusty green.
Does not last too long.
God allows us plans.
But he decides where we go.
Redrawing the map.
Tomorrow begins
Already I feel behind.
Rushing to keep up.
You hear the prayers
Of each one through so many.
But can you answer?
What does the chicken
Think of us who come and go?
Not understanding.
Can I call early
Days seemed empty without you.
But now they're too full.
Horizon's night glow.
Day is now getting started.
Morning still brings light.
The morning cycle
Starts with sprinklers and the sun
Ends with journaling.
Impatient chicken
Waits for me next to her cage door.
"What were you doing?"
The grass looks greener
But brown tinge for borders and trees
When will summer end?
Flipping journal pages
Glancing through recent events
Thinking of time spent.
When looking forward,
Don't use it as an excuse
For being present.
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