the first bird that sings

I am the first bird that sings at dawn.
I am the morning moon obscured in white clouds.
I am shadows dancing on the grass,
and wind swaying the trees.
I am abundant life for the senses
and warm gifts for the spirit.

All nature sings and round me rings
the beauty of early autumn.

September Light

There's a new light on things.

Sharper angles,

Softer season.

Weather may fall

into gray,

but the change is welcome.

If it's Wednesday,it's Prince Spaghetti Day

I remember black and white television. I remember what the t.v. looked like when there were no channels broadcasting because it was 10:00PM. I remember the emergency symbol on the screen and the scary noise  made when there was a test on t.v., in case of a national disaster. I remember going to the drug store with Daddy to replace a blown tube that went somewhere in the back of the big, fat television. I remember Anthony running down the street after school, not stopping for anything because he couldn't wait to get home because Wednesday was "Prince spaghetti day." I have a fresh memory, now, of sharing the "Prince spaghetti" story with Nikky and BJ on my back porch while BJ found the old advertisement on his telephone in less than a minute, in black and white, just like I remembered.