TRICK OR TREAT OCTOBER...

October's sky is black and filled with stars,

a Hunter moon rises full and bright over the pumpkin patch.

Cornstalks shiver and huddle together in bunches,

the scarecrow stands his guard alone.

Purple magic swirls through the night air,

fanned by the swish of a witches broom.

Jack-o-lanterns pier from porches with wicked leers,

while small goblins scurry round about

collecting candy and cackling with glee.

Trick or treat October, trick or treat?

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A SONG CALLED, NOVEMBER...

art by Sulamith Wulfing ~ lyrics by Azure Ray

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So I'm waiting for this test to end

So these lighter days can soon begin

I'll be alone but maybe more carefree

like a kite that floats so effortlessly.

~

I was afraid to be alone
Now I'm scared that's how I'd like to be

All these faces none the same

How can there be so many personalities.

~

So many lifeless empty hands

So many hearts in great demand

And now my sorrow seems so far away

Until I'm taken by these bolts of pain.

~

But I turn them off and tuck them away

'til these rainy days that make them stay

And then I'll cry so hard to these sad songs

And the words still ring, once here now are gone.

~

And they echo through my head everyday

And I think they'll never go away

Just like thinking of your childhood home

We can't go back, we are on our own...

TORNADO WARNING...

art by Rob McCormick
LIFE IS A TORNADO WATCH...

...are you going to hunker down in the basement,
...or stand on the roof, let the wind give you rock star hair...

...AND YELL ...

...I DIDN'T RAKE THE LEAVES CAUSE I KNEW YOU WERE COMING!

YOU JUST TAKE MY BREATH AWAY...

art by Obinski

Sometimes it amazes me

How strong the power of love can be

Sometimes you just take my breath away.

You watch my love grow like a child

Sometimes gentle and sometimes wild

Sometimes you just take my breath away.

And it's to good to slip by

It's too good to lose
Too good to be there

Just to use

I'm gonna stand on a mountain top

And tell the news

That you take my breath away.

CLOUDBURST REVIEW...

Grey shrouded actors bow to the ground.

Applause thunders on and on,

encore, encore,

the stage runs wet with tears.

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ROMANCE WITH THE HISTORICAL...

wonderful art by Scott Gustefson

Life in the nineteenth century fascinates me. However the thought of having to endure it would send me screaming into the woods. Corsets, hoop skirts, petticoats and fans might be someones idea of wonderful...but not mine, and the ridged rules and restrictions on women...Oy, I would have been known as a first class hoyden, men's breeches, bare feet & ankles and all...George Sand is my hero.

Still, I love to read about it. Dickens, Austin, Bronte, Sand...Kleypas, Woodwiss, McNaught, Quinn...give me a historical romance and a lazy afternoon and I am in heaven.

Though when I think about it, it seems funny that my mind has settled a fascination on one particular time period over another, even though I wouldn't want live then. Egads...Maybe I was George Sand in a previous life. LOL

MOURNING AN OLD FRIEND...

art by Sulamith Wulfing

Where you used to be, there is a hole in the world, which I find myself constantly walking around in the daytime, and falling in at night. I miss you like hell.

Edna St Vincent Millay

A HEART FOR SOMEONE DEAR...

GOD CAN MEND YOUR BROKEN HEART,

IF YOU GIVE HIM ALL THE PIECES...

TRY TO REMEMBER...

Try to remember the kind of September

when life was slow, and oh so mellow.

Try to remember the kind of September

when grass was green and grain was yellow.

Try to remember the kind of September

when you were a tender and callow fellow.

Try to remember, and if you remember,

then follow...

Try to remember when life was so tender

that no one wept except the willow.

Try to remember when life was so tender

that dreams were kept beside your pillow.

Try to remember when life was so tender

that love was an ember about to billow.

Try to remember, and if you remember,

then follow...

Deep in December it's nice to remember

although you know the snow will follow.

Deep in December it's nice to remember

without a hurt the heart is hollow.

Deep in December it's nice to remember

the fire of September that made us mellow.

Deep in December our hearts should remember

and follow...

ALL THAT IS GOLD DOES NOT GLITTER...

art by Daniel Merriam

All that is gold does not glitter,

Not all who wander are lost;

The old that is strong does not wither,

Deep roots are not reaches by the frost,

From ashes a fire shall be woken,

A light from the shadows shall spring,

Renewed shall be blade that was broken,

The crownless again shall be king.

John Ronald Reuel Tolken

SWEET SEPTEMBER...

Welcome sweet September with your crisp apple nights

and your warm and mellow amber days.

Waltz through the fields with me September

fill my arms with the joy of your bounty.

Hold me close September for you are fine

and I love your gentle autumn ways.

Let us dance the last dance of summer together

for your warmth is fleeting and winters chill draws nigh.

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IN THE GLOAMING...

art by Sulamith wulfing
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In the gloaming, oh my darling,

when the lights are soft and low

and the quiet shadows falling

softly come and softly go..

When the trees are sobbing faintly

with some gentle unknown woe,

will you think of me and love me

as you did once long ago..?

Jonatha Brooke

DREAMSCAPES...

The art of Anne Bachelier
I want to share the beautiful artwork of Anne Bachelier. Like fragments of dreams fascinating images to fire the imagination. Illustrations for the story in your head.

PET DRAGONS...

Illusrations by Michael Parks

I wish that I had a pet dragon or two

to light up my life everyday

I'd polish their scales and file their toenails

and feed them an apple or two.

I wish that I had a pet dragon or two

a couple of cuddly fellows

to warm up my bed and pat on the head

and happily toast my marshmallows.

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THE MAD TEA PARTY...

The Mad Tea Party four different artists four different visions of one of my favorite bits of insanity. What does your Mad Hatter look like and if you didn't fall down a rabbit hole where would your insane adventure take place.

Mine would most likely happen at the mall which in it's self is a form of insanity. After all think of the potential bottles and bits to partake of and all the bazaar characters.

HAPPINESS...

LOVE IS THE KEY...

SEA SHELLS BY THE SEA SHORE...

This is a close up of the bazillions of tiny sea shells that make up much of the beach at Bear Lake where we went on vacation with our family this week.

Bear lake is a beautiful lapis colored lake shared between Utah and Idaho. It was the Raspberry Days festival so we all went up to relax, swim, soak up the sun and load up on fresh raspberry milk shakes.

MY O' MY OLBINSKY...

Here is an artist who whimsical works tease my twisted imagination. Rafal Olbinski created this as one of a series of pictures for the New York City Opera. To me they are unforgettable images, I love his art.

BLUE , BLUE, BLUE...

What would you do if the world were blue

trees and chairs and monkeys too

the frown on your face and the strap on your shoe

what would you do if it all turned blue

nine hundred forty nine shades of blue.

GRANDKIDS...ARE GRAND...

Art by Barbara Lavalee They say that Grandchildren are lifes reward for raising children. But I think the best thing about Grandkids is that you can spoil them and then send them home. They also remind me that just when you think you know everything about raising kids...you're wrong.