Tall plants with pink bloom sway in traffic breeze
As they colonize wet roadside ditches
Seem to fill ecological niches
A couple months before nature’s deep freeze.
After a quick u-turn to stop the car
To get a closer look at petal count and amount
I remain clueless as to what they are.
With digital pics we’re back on our way
He drives I dive in to field guide and keys
Eager to know this late summer display.
I expected to find the name with ease
But my assumptions led me stray
Fooled by sheer numbers and presence of bees.
(A Byron’s Sonnet)
Road trip dreams post work-day reality
Planning the vacation but not too much
Where might we bike hike kayak camp and such
So grateful for our commonality.
Work week starts and vacation brain sets in
With each passing day focus is lacking
Mind wanders to long days of backpacking
We can’t wait until the journey begins.
The week will go by too fast we are sure
Dreaming and planning extend our short break
Thinking of it each moment we’re awake
Oh, how many more workdays to endure?
We have maps and guides but won’t let them reign
There’s just one plan: to avoid the mundane.
(An Australian Sonnet)
Opted to take home a six pack
My will power shut down
When I spied them
Then I tried them
For these they are renown
Better than any from my town
Lovingly deep-fried them
Each made from scratch
Batch after batch
Some with fruit inside them.
The icing identified them
I know there’s no match
Cooling on a rack
Worth a greenback
I’ll put them down the hatch.
My buckle I’ll have to detach
Oh please cut me some slack
Not a let down
I smile don’t frown
and know I will be back.
(A Roundabout Poem)