Reassessment

The end of September 

Comes briskly

Bringing an end to summer's ambitions

Which wilted in the heat

And succumbed to wildfires.

October by consequence

Must be a time of change and recovery

Rather than a period of harvest and reflection

As it's been in the past.

This will be a month of migrations

From the old and familiar

But sadly worn and losing interest

To the freshly different and more intriguing

Away from the burned out and unsupported 

To the new starts attentively nurtured.

Monday's Rainbow

See the rainbow

On this misty Monday morning

Arching over Ketchum

Where it arches southwest to northeast

Opposite the rising sun

Moving away as you approach

Like a waking dream

That won't let you return.

The Weather Outside

... is wet, but the skies are lightly cloudy and the temperature mild.

Possible Tomorrows

On this hike up White Clouds Trail

It's like I'm not here

Despite the beauty

The first day of autumn

The breeze in the trees

With the fading light 

And pastel sky.

My mind is elsewhere

Though I sit looking out from

Hilltop bench

I see the possible tomorrows

And not the absolute present.

Moonrise and Cloudbank

See how the waxing moon

Rises into the evening sky

And the bank of clouds to the south

Captures the color of the setting sun.

Weather Report 9.03.13

This morning the season turned

With steady rain and cooler air

The smoke replaced by mist

Dust turned to mud.

Gone Fishing

This is what my grandfathers

Loved about fishing

Bait fishing from a lakeshore.

It wasn't the catch.

It was watching the water go calm

Listening to it lap at the shore

Hearing the birds

The far-off voices

Feeling the night encroach

And life ebb away

Peacefully.