WHO CALLS THE FINAL SHOT?

“SOMBER  R A I N S”   

SING

  (THIS  NOVEMBER )

  

They seldom, [if ever], ‘SMILE’ …

A Thief Amid the Rains

Written by Lisa Porter-Grenn

    YOU WISH TO STEAL THE SCENE, NOVEM’ ?

I trust you know the course!!

October trails three steps behind,

While you proceed, “full force”…

 HENCE, YOU DECIDE

THE PATCHWORK  PLAN,

Of fading browns to gold;

This sun-spent show,

Needs room to grow,

   Before chilled rains take hold.

  ALL ‘PRAY’ YOU LAY WILD WINDS TO REST,

And tie up life’s loose-ends;

The ‘Spirit’s of the Night’ trade bets

That you and Earth stay friends.



 

‘FIRST FROST’ PARADES HOPE’S

 *HARVEST MOON*

As slatterned-skies grow long,

Reflections mirror a gosling’s wing;

November tides roll strong

“WHO CALLS THAT FINAL SHOT? ”

I muse,

      (As Venus pales from view)…

How strange(!!)

 I thought ‘I’ held those cards !

Yet now, (We know )

‘Tis “YOU ”.

But nothing lasts forever…even cold November rain…

nor the ugly vestiges of Sandy (or so we dearly hope).