Poems & Other Lies
Good Morning
9/26/25 6:45 47F (8.3C) The sky is brilliant pink, shading to orange. The morning has been calm and the sprayers are taking advantage of the lack of wind, although I do feel a breeze beginning to stir. ...
Good Morning
9/25/25 6:30 52F (11.1C) Clear sky, slight breeze this morning. I am surrounded by the sounds of the country. Nearby, the sprayers roar, in the distance they whine. A truck rumbles by. The dog is barking. Jays squawk. A crow is calling across the road...
Good Morning
9/24/25 6:00 49F (9.4C) Dark and clear this morning. The stars are still out. It was quiet. A prop plane churned by. Then the dog across the street heard something. His barking set off Walter who is now protecting our perimeter, loudly...
Good Morning
9/23/25 6:00 47F (8.3C) A pretty autumn morning. Still air, and quiet. No industrial hum, no sprayers whining in the distance, almost no early traffic. Above me is a pattern of constantly shifting hues, pinks and lavenders, yellows and blues. The...
Good Morning
9/22/25 6:00 47F (8.3C) Calm, clear, dark. Happy birthday, Mom! ...
Good Morning
9/21/25 6:00 57F (13.8C) New moon. Cloudy with a light breeze. Very dark this morning. The all cricket chorus is in full song, belting out their greatest hits. Walter has joined a spirited conversation with the dogs down the street. I tell him to...
Good Morning
9/20/25 6:30 55F (12.7C) Clear sky, light breeze. The morning started quietly. Just a single, discosolate croak from a corvid, hidden in the darkness. But now the rooster is crowing and birds are squawking. I just put Walter in the house because...
Good Morning
9/19/25 6:00 53F (11.6C) It is a dark blue twilight. The earth takes a breath and leaves flutter in the faint breeze. A Turkish moon hangs in the east. Just a fingernail, ready to wink out, with Venus hovering over the southern horn. ...
Good Morning
9/18/25 6:30 54F (12.2C) Another calm, dark morning. The waning moon pokes its horns through the maple leaves. The sky dances with color. Morning ascends as twilight loses its grip on the night and slips away. ...
Good Morning
9/17/25 6:30 53F (11.6C) A lone crow, voice raw and cracking, flys north across the empty vault . The east begins to lighten, first a brilliant blue, brighter than the rest of the sky, changing hue, lavender, orange, yellow, before blending into a...
