September in a Blender

This was our time Our month the slightly cooler still sunny and bright the falling leaves the retreats or prayer workshops anniversaries and birthdays touching each other separated by mere days. September in a blender with October apples pumpkins leaves campfires starry skies holding hands separated for time of prayer and recollection reflection.It was a

Melancholy Monday

Melancholy Monday munches up my time sitting staring at the sunshine golden on green leaves Thinking of words and times and rhymes no reason yet reasonable to meander, to dream, to ponder. Grief threatens to unleash itself upon the ground too soaked to absorb wondering pondering wandering in my mind to timepast. Yet one word