Another Porch ...A Poetry Blog

 Suddenly morning seems like a banquet-hall after the show is over and the crowds are gone... I wonder, wonder where they go...

It is universal; Grief Where the bough that braves The Leaf Succumbs to a Dauntless Chief Suave, its laws of sorrow Ah, ...

 This little tootsie makes the world a better place just by showing up... wouldn't it be nice if everyone could say the same...

Because, in the bold-gold thick of it we are often too busy to think of it, we  are constantly amazed at the quickfooted-ness of day...

Happy, happy, happy first day of Fall!  It's decor begins to find its way to trees... and porches I want to want...