october was
no surprise.
see it happen!
like last time
as i passed,
goat on a grassy roof,
we were more than
a bit surprised.
no tears needed
rain is predicted,
time passes so
slowly, unnoticed.
october's gone;
december's
around an
icy corner.
it goes right by:
a peapod boat
in a trickle
of a stream.
time.time.time
Bright October 2020c
Published
Murray Robertson (photography & poems) 
Here it feels like the early cold days of September hasn’t left us. It lingers and lingers, willing to stay, I just doesn’t want to go away. It’s been a beautiful cold November so far with a couple of sizzling days in between. December is around the corner and hardly a sight of summer or the spring as we know it.
And it’s the sweet peas that make you see how time passes so quickly…how time flies.
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Hi!
In our part of the world, sweet peas bloom about August, I think. (a little before autumn)
We have had overnight frost and even a little snow. January and February can be brutally cold.
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Sweetpeas in a pod just fell into my spirit when thinking how quickly time flies
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Thank you Abby!
Just fell into your spirit? Nice expression.
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Yes, that was the way to say it.
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I have never heard that expression.
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Yes it appeared and i knew i had to write it
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And, I imagine that the goat on the rooftop is quite handsome too
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Thank you Abby.
She would have died of ‘old age’ before now. I have not seen that house in decades. When I did see it, and their goat, I did imagine a Swiss peasant hut.
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Oh I’ve been to wooden cabins and inns on top of the alps. They call it peasant huts?
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Loving this poem! Yes to the goat on the roof! Yes also to the peapod boat, which I read first as “peascod”, and this sent me to my search engine (Ecosia – plants trees) which found me
https://tunearch.org/wiki/Annotation:Gathering_Peascods
Wow, this is prompting many many poetic proliferations from me, and I haven’t taken my pyjamas off yet! (Though I /have/ eaten my breakfast, 10.30 am Scottish Highland time).
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Thank you writingpresence!
The goat memory just popped up as I was writing. The peapod boat did the same thing. We made them as children,
I think my Scottish ancestors were Picts, lowlanders, probably living around Perth. But I do not know. I think we have lived in Canada for more than 150 years.
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PS Have you tried “as it passed” (October, that is?) instead of “as it passed” ?? I prefer that.
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Thank you writingpresence!
I meant more like ‘as I drove past’. (I saw their sod and shrub roof and the goat up on it. There was no way the goat could get down.)
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An excellent photo 🧡🧡🧡
A lovely poem ❤❤❤
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Thank you d.a.!
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You’re welcome
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🙂
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