The Writer of (Invisible) Woes

My word is my bond,

I lie not, ’cause I don’t know how

Instruct me and I won’t let you down

I switch between the concepts of ‘work to live’ & ‘live to work’ (to achieve that promised vow)!

Touch wood (touched)-it’s worked so far!

I believe in your cause, so you only need to use my depository of woes, & don’t worry an ounce more

When I write for you, I put myself in your place (look on things as you have been conditioned to believe and see)

Results can be good; but, you-tell-me! For all good things need to be reviewed & revised, before the end,

Your reward for your belief in my ability (in this)

Because, imperfect men (or women) in life are not imperfect in everything!

Note: Even a prized diamond is made from a lump of coal, eventually!

So, do be a little wary before you pre-judge, too much, The Writer of (Invisible) Woes!

Autumn Leaves

Look at these leaves!

Such wondrous shades of vivid colour: engaging your eyes in a dance- a final flutter, from the tail of summer,

To make you remember such wonders- to engender/keep hope- through the coming cold, desolate, days of bitter winter!

Like shades of sunshine captured within receptacles of nature’s memory; a gentle annual lecture, delivered by a kind and compassionately-minded  mother nature!

So all ye faithful and devout! Forget not this inconsistent summer just passed; and, its memories of travels and days spent basking in the sun!

However, be mindful of spending too much time in rapture looking up at this nature’s 4D display of technicolor or, caught-up in your own reverie!

For you will slip on these fallen leaves, so quick-to-turn wet, and cause yourself an (avoidable) injury!