Playing Fair and Being Kind

This is the time of year that sends us inside to retrieve a favorite sweater if we are outside and want to sit on a chair to breathe air for a few moments. My spot is in a corner of this tiny open deck by the slider under a canopy of Forsythia branches that have invaded the space. I’m shielded from the road, the walkers, and anything moving along by my house. As many of you know, I don’t like people; this refuge helps me to live another day free of chattering angst. (Come back later; I might want to be friendly then.)

I wrote this a few weeks ago. The sun was heading for other places both in rotation and in tilt. The West wind delivered the news. Further observation filled in the blanks for what was going on around me. Sounds as well as seasonal happenings.

My favorite item to wear on days like these is what is called a CPO jacket. You’ll have to google it. Typically made from flannel or wool, worn loose outside the belt, Navy blue, heavy. It is both attractive and comfortable. Rare.

Peace out,
Gentle George

LATE SUMMER

 Summer is
passing,

The cricket calls and
calls,

I hear the
Forsythia setting buds,

The dropping sun’s chill
brushes my arm with a cooling breeze

That whispers to me of
January.

G. M. Goodwin
23 September 2018