November-ness...

Where merrily the moments drip

In pageants from Higher Command

We struggle, stumble, strive and slip

Through the onslaught of mercy-sand

That falls through autumn’s culling will

Until the world is still and stark

Save for the lisping whispering

Of raven pines against the dark

Where Verily the vale is stripped

Of melodies that stole the show

Not long ago; stiff and tight-lipped

The mighty minstrels wait for snow

To soften what they cannot hide

Bereft of summer’s laughing scrim

That comforted the passer-by

As vespers strummed an evening -hymn

Where warily we Want and wait

For that beyond our small control

While Author of grace litigates

On our behalf; skin over soul

And we empathize with the trees

Relinquishing their loveliness

The Master of Time’s piracies

Whispers hope to November-ness

© Janet Martin

Some Hallowe'en happiness;-)
 I bet you think I'm talking about the pumpkins and popcorn.
They were nice, but the best part was having Melissa home for a few hours!

This evening I took her to the bus-stop because she is working the night shift tonight,
then I came home and listened to this song

 

Then I called Jim and we both listened to it.

We've been long time Jackson fans...Alan that is;-)