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Gazing out the window,
on this dreariest day.
Brings the realization,
Winter is here to stay.
Will this be a season
of rain, all of the day?
A season, so somber,
I need to say,
"Give us some sunlight
and many days without grey".

I would rise in the morning,
to play golf before, my days work
started. My friends and I could play,
nine holes before we were due
at work. I managed a small Catalog Sales Office,
for Sears Roebuck, in Prosser Washington.
I recall, there were only three of us,
but I digress.
We had a friend, who played with us
quite frequently, but on this day, he was
at work. His work flying a Crop Duster.
The plane was a modified Piper Cub.
We were on the 9th green, putting. Our friend
flew low, to "buzz" us. I recall he was low
enough for someone to put their club in the a
air and hit a wheel strut.
Great memories from those early "Golf" days
still remain. I have lost touch with too many
of my friends, from the time some 60 years ago.

Word after word
drops from my head.
It's ten minutes to four,
go back to bed.
Get you some sleep,
fall asleep soon
or you will still be
sound asleep at noon.

It matters not, from where the wind blows,
or if it is rainy and then turns to snows.
I only want to keep my ears warm
and have on my boots, protecting my toes.

Thank you Lord
for allowing me to write
of words to expound
on my actions so trite.
Thank you to Kudos'
for providing the means
to write about now
and life in my teens.

I'm thinking about
getting a new car,
but do I want to
at this age, where I am?
For some day in the near future,
it will most certainly be,
when a loved one, I know
will take my drivers license from me.

Why are the dreams
or nightmares to you,
wrapped in my head,
from out of the blue?
Not recalling anything bad
or a worrisome review
of all the happenings;
words about being "Past Due".
It will come to me, once again.
I just hope it's not 3 A.M.

Is this life now over?
Has it fallen apart?
Will the virus which romps,
Bringing many a sad heart?
So many lives gone,
Too many to see,
As the Commander in Chief,
Is nowhere to be,
Taking control of a plant,
Instead of sulking,
With his Ego apart.
Too bad he doesn't have
An empathetic heart.

The winding road,
curved through the trees.
Serpentine is the description
that comes to me.
The dirt was red,
with bits of yellow.
A pleasant sight now,
but when it was wet,
you would lose traction
and slip and slide
was your foot's reaction.

Looking out the window,
there's no trace of Moon glow,
just the street light reflection
from the wet streets, below.
Is this another overcast, rainy day,
or will we see the Sun later today?

There was a starkness amongst the
barren branches of trees in
the Arboretum, on this grey,
Christmas Day.
And yet, there was a sign of
welcome. A sign of a Spring,
yet to come.
Plants are beginning an early bud.
Daffodils are showing their tips,
an offering the Rabbit will choose
to ignore.
Hellebores are close to a bloom.
A glorious sight on this hallowed day.

My mind selects words, hither and yon.
You're my soul mate and you are gone,
Away from being so close to me.
Your presence is here and I see,
The loveliest vision in this broad land;
My love is yours, without a command.
Stay with me please; forever this time
For I haven't the words for this to rhyme.