Poems & Other Lies
Good Morning
10/6/25 Good Monday morning to you. 7:30 38F (3.3C) but it feels colder. Heating water for tea while my brother and Robert sleep. ...
Good Morning
10/5/25 Good morning. 6:00 and cold enough to see my breath but comfortable by the fire. I am not sure if I hear Walter or Jason, but someone is snoring in the tipi, loud enough to scare the bears. Sipping my tea and listening to the brook babble stories to me,...
Good Morning
10/4/25 5:00 53F (11.6C) I can see stars through the clouds. There is no wind. Crickets are thrumming. An occasional acorn drops from a tree. The gibbous moon has set. My tea is hot. ...
Good Morning
10/3/25 6:30 46F (7.7C) Clear sky with a couple of planets rising in the east in a losing race with the morning light. It feels brisk; there is a cool breeze murmuring through the dawn. ...
Good Morning
10/2/25 6:30 45F (7.2C) It's a little cloudy but calm. We must have gotten more rain. The deck is wet again. There is a bird calling from the oaks I haven't heard before. It's like a jungle sound track. Short repetitive call, like a chimpanzee in an old Tarzan...
Good Morning
10/1/25 7:00 50F (10C) It is a calm morning, still wet from last night's rain. No wind. Birds glide overhead, past broken clouds. Mares tails portend more weather on the way. Ever a trend setter, the birch has adopted a seasonal...
Good Morning
9/30/25 6:30 47F(8.3C) A windless morning. Clear, blue sky. The deck is wet, still slick with last night's rain. The crickets are silent this morning, but the birds are active, squawking and chattering. The owl across the way is asking the usual...
Good Morning
9/29/25 5:30 57(13.8) It's dark, starting to sprinkle and presumably overcast. The weather is changing. No wind stirs the air but occasionally an acorn let's go and plummets rattling through the branches to smack the ground. Far up the canyon I...
Good Morning
9/28/25 6:30 47 (8.3) The morning star floats above the trees, shining brightly against the darkly muted dawn. ...
Good Morning
9/27/25 8:00 44F (6.66C) Clear blue sky. No wind. The sun is cresting the ridge. The kennel across the highway has let the incarcerated dogs out for their morning romp. Walter was loudly expressing his sympathy, so I took him inside and fed him....
