The morning after Halloween
The sun rises slowly and is blinding
Waves, barely formed, come
To rest on the shoreline
The lake is at rest and no birds are seen
The sky is light blue and on the
Distant horizon there are a few clouds
The temperature is around forty degrees
Which is not bad for November
One-sixth of the year to go and
Much work lies ahead and the goal
Is to be caught up before the end
Some of us are like that, always
Worrying about what we still have to do
It is good because we add to the
Intentions and ambiance of the community
Many see a beautiful jewel potential
While others are satisfied with a
Quiet lump of coal. Every fresh idea
Is turned down by someone for various
Reasons like “Who is going to do it” when
No one has explored that aspect because
It is a new idea and there is a possibility
That it interferes with someone else’s plans
Which are usually selfish and take away
The chance to work on good projects and
As a result act like the slow, shallow, waves
And accomplish nothing in our effort to improve
Everything is possible if we come together
And make a determined effort, but egos and
The need to control usually get in the way
The sun is still blinding as it reflects off of
The windows and lays its light on various
Items in the kitchen exposing more work
That will get taken care of. It will be a great
Day and when over we will be happy at all
The things done. Maybe we will sing songs
Of praise to our creator, but we are never sure
Stanski
November 1, 2022, ^
Steve Haarman 