Georgia Winter with icy rain , bone chilling breeze , sweeping hayfield , light of day returning , brushing distant storm clouds ,  same field that my great-grandfather worked , recovering , renewing , reborn ... Red , pink and golden hues , from West to East , tolling of metal and hammer from farmhouse , Canadian Geese having received their cue , in flight , South , to their annual resting place ...A time of rest and rebuilding , planning and giving thanks ...This is November ...

The truck was light blue , camper shell with knobby tires
His leathered arm would hang down the side , cigarette ,baseball cap ,
patrolling his prized possessions at dusk , remembering quite well the timing of each pass as I laid low with my late afternoon snack , clutching a watermelon with both arms !...

Free access abated , vanguard of livestock , implements , man-made
and curt delivering instant justice to all ages , separating foolhardy  and the wise .... I've chewed an smoked tobacco , chased hens , brought snakes into the house and threw crabapples into the pig pen but the punishment for said offenses will never compare to the reprimand I received when I peed on the electric fence !

A mating pair of bluebirds do well on this parcel of land , reach for Sun on this day , every herb and fruit above emerald zoysia with manmade furrows at random ,  morning dew on nightshades toppled from the violence of Thor , returned to peace in the nurture and admonition of my creator ,  my garden at rest , my Summer lover* !

Candy apples -
Cut pine left to season
Culling sorghum at dawn
Turning red clay
I've good memories of Autumn
Like a familiar door closed
You slip from my hand
I can see her , love is waiting at the gate
To put me under wing
Going home*.........

i've been in the valley, i've been to the peak
i've been in the wind and been in the grime
i have learned that either place can be no safe retreat
from the peak it's so steep, from the valley it's a climb

i've been at the bottom, i've been to the top
i have been to both more than one time
i have learned that either place can be a treacherous spot
from the top it's a drop, from the bottom it's a climb

Chocolate, nothing taste better than rich creamy chocolate.  Such a delight, brown chocolate skin woman how sweet you must be.  Such a savory treat, brown chocolate skin woman.
Written by Keith Edward Baucum

Monday Night Football will be shown , no announcement on the morning news , women became mothers , fast food will be available , there will be traffic this morning , quiet desperation ,  familiar stories , solitude , joy and grief to others ...Homeless men and women will die today. Affairs of the state will continue and someone will get their " fifteen minutes" ! Ambivalence....Continuity.....

Morning not unlike the others
Petulant clueless and yet familiar
The city train and the jet flying low
Who perished overnight ?
Take the flower from my hand
You idiots and your vanity
American thrills corporate deals
The baying of a *****-bane of the masters
Blood payments to your gods--hope in exile
Good morning good morning
The record skips while the vortex tightens
Suddenly forgotten
The play on words with hands clenched
My light appears -I am filled
With all that is good in this world
A purposeful long breath then hope
For coffee is in hand once again
All is forgiven today............

Turned lonely into solitary confinement and apathy into a ******* contest.