Nothing Gold stays and everything Green goes with it.

Dusk Orange paints the silhouette yawn
Of a Great Blue Heron atop a rock the drought announced.

Sailboats float the Indigo under a Great Orange Blue sky,
Slide the serene by the Great Grey Bluebird.

Autumn wears an Every-Color shawl starved for Green- envious of Blue.
She fires Orange at the sky, the heron, the slow Blue bottomed boats.

But Indigo eats even Autumn- though she spends her fire fast.
Nights come quick now. Nothing lasts faster now.

I should take a picture.

But what good are words if the world…

Pixel poets,
The well will never go dry.
The pen will -break- for sure,
But the well; we’ll never go dry.

Keep it going

This is for You.
I wrote this for You.
For You, for You, for You
This is all for You,
You for all, in all ways
You.

I clicked on Lee Ameka’s latest post.

Life interrupted.

For three days, the koala in the main image sneered cute at me.

You don’t just close a koala tab.

Under the influence of safe driving, my stoic attempts to ignore the joey failed. The away-from-words-too-long jitters writers get took over.

And yes- there was singing.

And yes- what started as nonsense turned out to be far from.

Koala! Koala! Koala!

What a great word to share!
Be aware!

Say it three times,
And you’ll agree:

Koala! Koala! Koala!

Up there, in a lounge chair
Up in a eucalyptus tree.

Koala…