Sunday, October 31, 2021


Samhain wakens to a grey sky

mist descends upon ancient burying ground

where gravestones are smothered

in moss and leaves, felled by cold rain.

There will be no sun this day nor eve,

this eve of haunting when other worldly

creatures walk the earth seeking solace,

a final rest place from their turmoil.

One night they walk this earth

unhindered from earthly shackles

free to roam, seeking their home

and at dawn their souls shall vanish

til they walk again next year...

Saturday, October 23, 2021

scribbled notes

The night is chilly, hip hop on surround sound, and I’m toasty warm. Eves on the patio sitting and sipping are over for the season. ~sigh~ My journal is filled with notes scribbled during warmer temps and I shall attempt a brief description.

Lets see...

The usual rant of retiree and lawn mowers on Friday afternoons as soon as I arrive home from work.

The ongoing battle between squirrels and chipmunks, each thinking they are bigger than the other and deserve feed set out for birds.

Decompressing from the insane work week. I’m in need of a therapist if it keeps up.

Two weeks prepping and freezing tomato based veggie sauce, pesto, and veggies enough to fill the freezer over winter when prices are triple.

Making the biggest decision of my life and its repercussions not on me but my co-worker family. Hasta la vista worka.

Replanting the garden to fill in here and there, combining colours and forms; painting without a pallet.

The sounds and sights of various birds; nuthatches flutter with a deck of cards being shuffled, blue jays announce their presence then soar so silently and gracefully, sparrows zoom into the undergrowth then pop out to the seed pile.

Music, o the music I programme depending on my mood. Soft cello to flamingo guitar; motown to hip-hop, it all depends on the silence of the hood and which notes my mind needs to unwind to.

Fungi, such fun fungi has grown in my garden with monsoons. Humongous brown mushrooms, morals, and so pretty freckled white ‘srooms.

Weekends of locals with chainsaws decimating their properties of trees then to spend the next day with wood chippers. I would sooner listen to dental instruments then to those.

The ongoing battle with neighbourhood cats though banned in this town their owners let them roam preying on birds. I’ve buried enough birds and unfortunately not enough cats.

Colours of trees normally various shades of green are now glorious in golds, reds and yellows. It is the most beautiful time of the year. Leaves showing their best before they fade into skeletons then into the earth.

Half painted canvases awaiting for the brush to sweep.

Hunters Full Moon illuminated the garden and of course illuminated my sleep. O such a pain this time of year when sleep comes in two hours of on and off. No wonder I’m cranky.

With decisions made and a new turn of the moon life should ease up and my creativity return.

Friday, October 15, 2021

wrecked - haiku

gargoyle lays broken

upon stones with displaced wing

his spell has faded

Friday, October 08, 2021

the Watcher


 the watcher

the lonesome dove

perched high above

awaiting his seat

at the feast