Heather Days

From the rough

Of the grass

Long and blowing

In the late summer wind

The fall

Is upon us

With its linear sunlight

And orange hues

Touching the changes

And nothing you can do

So the early fall

Sets like the Heather days

As the summer fades



Wall Street Chaos

Wall Street chaos

Directed by Silicon Valley fingers

The triggers going off

In all the whimpers

What is shaping now

Is hard to determine

Which way is up

And which way is down

For the average looker on

That the book on the shelf

Little do I know

Little do I care

But it impacts the forces

That bear on self

The Far Side of Life

On the far side

Of life

I have said many goodbyes

A few hellos

Quite a few yes’s

And the occasional no

I have grown

To come and know

What is good in life

What is to be cherished

What wastes time

And what is meritless

So everyday I rise

And smile

For what time we have here

Is just a short