Driveway Tea

The trees have turned their coats
From green to crimson gold.
And soon like careless teens
Will drop them on the floor
And there they will lie
While I them spy
Safe and dry indoors

At this turn of seasons
Deciduous lesions
Steep the seeping rain
Into a spot
Of driveway tea

This cold brew
A fusion of leaf
And rain and dew
A concoction
Sans relief
Leaves a stain
Beyond belief

But for now
I let it be
For I must wait
Till turn of spring
To expunge the dregs
Of driveway tea.

RWOz2

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Day Six Hundred Twenty Five #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

A mass of clouds seemed to threaten rain this morning, but the hidden sun burnt its way through and melted them to nothing.

Elijah and Tomas in talking with our newly found Hamashiachites learned about another passage through the area ahead. A mountain track, actually, but one they have often traversed.

They were eager after Elijah’s urging to begin his prescribed pilgrimage, so we agreed to depart immediately.

Thus we have found ourselves this evening with an unparalleled view of the surrounding territory.

The army can be seen struggling through the narrow pass below us. Like a bloated snake caught in a rock crevice.

Elijah holds out hope that we shall emerge out in front of that million man army.

Day Six Hundred Nineteen #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

The darkness has returned again. It’s like the land wanted to roll over and go back to sleep.

Even the farmers were late getting on the road. But only a few traveled towards the army camp.

It got darker. Like a storm ready to break over our heads. You could smell it in the air.

Elijah took me with him into the city. Our friends remained behind – unhappy, but obedient.

Upon our arrival in the central square a mass meeting was underway. Rain was spitting.

Elijah interrupted.

I saw his image on the building wall as he announced to the world that he was sealing up the heavens.

The rain stopped. The sky cleared. And the Spirit whisked us away.

My Friend Mr. Sun

For a couple of reasons lately, Mr. Sun has occupied a good deal of real estate in our consciousnesses. The chief reason being the heatwave of many days duration up here in the Pacific Northwest.

Here he is lurking somewhere outside my “office” where I do most of my writing.

Here he playfully casts shadows on the wall behind me. (Entertaining to me – it was a moving image!)

Then there was an eclipse of Mr. Sun by Mr. Moon back on 8/21. Though we were outside the path of totality, we did see most of his surface blocked out, and felt the temperature drop. (Here a couple of my grandkids play after viewing the eclipse. They were bored, and found it more fun to play).

Then recently his color has deepened to a blood-red orange, due to the many forest fires in the surrounding area.

I don’t want to seem ungrateful for all this nice weather, Mr. Sun (and hint that you’ve over stayed your welcome), but I am getting a little nostalgic for the rain.

Day Three Hundred Eighty late morning #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

Elijah writes:

We arrived off our destination in a blinding storm. And as the rain moved off we discovered that we were not alone. The robotic warship has taken up station outside the harbor.

The Captain has ordered the ship all ahead slow.

Tomas tells me that just like the Purser, his boss is hopeful his family may have escaped to this city.

Day Fifty Five #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

We were awakened by a crash of thunder before daylight. Thankfully it gave us time to stay dry as it preceded the rain by a considerable amount. We made certain that our tents were properly staked and supported. The thought of going out after it passed was discouraging. Alright, depressing.

Rufus and Clarissa couldn’t be happier. Their tweeting became so loud it was hard to hear yourself think.

And we needed to think. Therefore, we decided to stay put today and to talk things through.

Lyle and I went over our plans with a fine tooth comb. Just to make sure we were parting things in the right direction. We’ve just one disagreement, which we don’t have to decide yet.