The Stranger

          The Stranger

The day dawned cold and gloomy

And it never did improve.

October’s wind cut through me

Like a knife.

Then, as the sun was setting,

Numb with cold, I made a move

That I should be regretting

All my life.

My car was at the station

For some maintenance and all,

My bike for transportation,

Home I sped.

Along the lonesome highway

Came a stranger, dark and tall.

His travels led him my way,

So he said.

His pickup looked so cozy

As he stopped beside my bike

And anyone who knows me

Would be shocked.

So tall and dark and friendly,

He was just the type I like.

He stowed my bike so gently

As we talked.

The sweater he was wearing

Both concealed, yet showed his frame.

I noticed, not quite daring

Yet to stare.

His overcoat blew open

And I caught sight just the same

Of all I had been hoping

Under there.

He held my door politely

As I hopped into the seat.

His manner, quite precisely,

Turned me on.

I watched him as I buckled,

Thinking, “Wow, this guy is sweet!”

He climbed in and he chuckled,

“Well, hang on!”

He must have hypnotized me

With his honey-laden voice.

I’d not act so unwisely

Otherwise.

But for whatever reason,

I did go with him by choice.

I longed to spend a season

In his eyes.

Too soon the miles were covered

And he pulled into my drive.

A took a chance and offered

A warm drink.

He said, “I have an errand

That I have to run at five,

But maybe, if we hastened . . .”

With a wink.

My bike he quickly gathered

And we hustled through the door.

My teeth began to chatter

With the cold.

“Is it coffee, tea or cocoa?”

I said, pulling out the drawer.

(I know this part sounds loco

As it’s told.)

But then, he was behind me

I forgot the drawer and turned.

He held me, not unkindly,

With this plea,

“You offer me refreshment,

Just precisely as I’d yearned.

I beg of you, don’t torment

Me with tea.”

His breath was on my collar

And his lips caressed my throat.

I thought that I should holler

But did not.

His bite was hardly painful

And my mind began to float.

To fight, I was unable . . .

Or forgot.

I am his now, soul and body.

He’s my master.  I’m his slave.

But the boy is such a hottie

I don’t care.

When he comes collecting samples

He bestows the love I crave

And his manliness is ample,

And to spare.

Autumn Mood

An Autumn Mood

I sit beside a lake outside of town

A month from now, the leaves will all be down.

The summer has been cooler than I’d like

But cool weather is better for a hike.

And so, I took a walk out to the lake,

No reason, just a walk for walking’s sake,

Some time to sit in quietude alone.

It’s shocking, what a hermit I have grown,

Avoiding the solicitude of friends.

It’s like that, sometimes, when a marriage ends.

We’ve been apart and single now for years

And yet, at times, it still brings me to tears.

But Autumn always plays this game with me.

It’s like no other season seems to be.

The melancholy that besets some days

Strikes me as odd in oh, so many ways.

I love to see the changes in the trees

And feel the freshness of an Autumn breeze.

There’s nothing like an Autumn country fair

The smells and tastes that one encounters there.

But then, a sudden sadness grips my heart

It always has, and now that we’re apart,

It only seems to add a deeper blue.

How nice!  Now, I can blame this mood on YOU!

Sun Gold Termaters

Dee Dee's termaters were feeling the cold.
Let's face it.  The summer is shot!
We'll see if the roots can eventually take hold
And whether it makes it or not!
But all of those little termaters you see
Will probably ripen in time.
Will any more come?  We'll who knows?  It may be
But letting it freeze?  What a crime!

Wish me luck! 






























Now, 'tis November.
The poor plant has died.
I hope it remembers
At least I have tried!     

My Walk With Temple Service

 Capstone Practicum

  

                                              My Walk With Temple Service

 

You know how old Lucifer puts up a stink whenever a temple trip’s near?

Well, he wasn’t pleased with my project I think.  It really is perfectly clear.

I planned to start work in the temple nearby but everything kind of went wrong.

Though it’s not ‘finished’ I did really try.  So here’s how the plan went along:

Before one can work at the temple, you know, their Bishop has got to agree

Their worthiness shines and is not just so – so, and he nominates each nominee.

I asked for a visit one Sunday, but no.  The Bishop was busy that day.

I planned for the next week, but as it would go, the Bishop was then called away.

I thought nothing of it, oh, nothing to fear, but Bishop was missing for weeks!

Okay, so the time for the project draws near (A small part inside of me freaks)

I went to the temple in Boston one day, as my brother had offered a ride.

Just as we finished, I heard someone say they’re closed to be cleaned!  I ‘bout cried!

I thought they were closed for the rest of July but now I find out that’s not true.

To waste my time waiting, I cannot deny, it has me a little bit blue.

Now the Bishop has said that I’m all good to go, and I’ll speak with the President soon.

The worst part about it, I really do know, is I should have been done back in JUNE!