ASTER blooms and yellowing leaves –
The garden begins to DRESS for autumn
All the plans and things I SWORE to do
Now is the time to tot up the SCORE and see
Plans to collect the little bits, the SPORE and the seed
Before we put the garden to bed
To rest softly under a mulch blanket
Appearing to SNORE away the winter months
Yet much is happening just out of sight
As the summer bounties SHORE up and nurture for what is to come
My garden, ever a lesson in patience and planning

Georg’ann

Weary of the compulsion
some have to SPOUT off.

Senseless sounds filling space.
Captive to a litany
of unbridled words
is a sure way to SPOIL the day.

Better to walk the SHORE
listening to the sea
as her thoughts roll in and out.
Sometimes whispers.
Or passionate, filled with fury,
spewing fiercely. Yet always
her conversation hard to leave.

Heather