That's It For Today
Fourth quarter
Changed climate days still hot
One hundred days of
Christmas music happening
A legend dissapates
His legacy of music to all claim
In twos and threes they fly by
Early morning birds with song
To be or not so at all
Poetry the food of the soul
REVISIT
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ENJOY THE MUSIC OF
The Late "Mighty Sparrow"
(9 Jul 1935 - 27th September 2026)
One Only
Skeletal trees in the dead of night,
Spread beneath a sky in silent awe,
Framing a moon serving her light,
For all to spectacle when outside,
But only one in the dead of night,
Wished to saunter there outdoors,
For this particular moonlit sight,
Maybe not yet the deep autumn,
This moon though shining bright
Has had various stories all to tell
Of one out there in the dead of night.
Some Mornings
Some mornings out in my backyard, i would sit in silence, in company with sky, sometimes bland, sometimes cloudy, waiting, watching for the sunrise.
There were many mornings the daymoon waited with me. I would look up without my glasses and view the fuzzy daymoon, my faithful companion.
Then a few years ago, i had cataract surgery to both my eyes. Now my daymoon vision is enhanced
without eye glasses -
daymoon in the early sky
the clear sharp outlines
Along A Winding Road
The road is narrow,
Narrow enough for the bus,
And a swirling breeze;
The view from the window
Steep and slooping,
Seems endless;
But there are fields,
Christophene fields,
The vegetable, is also called chayote;
There are streamers on some of the plants,
Would they be like scarecrows,
To discourage birds,
And secure the harvest;
No other vehicle passes us ,
Along the narrow road,
So happy for that,
Had there been another,
Our hearts would beat its fastest;
How would another vehicle fit,
Along this narrow road,
Winding its way,
Way above steep slooping fields below;
We journey on with interest and,
Brave hearts.
© gillena cox 2026
Humdinger Heat
Ho hum!
This heat today is a humdinger,
Courting lethargy,
Unabashed!
Hummingbirds are hidden away
Where, i know not
But certainly not here
For the heat is a scorcher
Humbling to the brightest spirit
Bah humbug!
What a hot day
In this heatwave sequence
© gillena cox 2026
Five Ways From Home
Red ixoras garland the front gate
Azure points a silent thumb there
Without wingspan of chicken hawks
Morning progresses to noon
A hot day in paradise
Seeking vittles go east
At the main road meditate
School days, work days, and errands
Traffic streams all day long with
Polite sunshine no honking horns
A westward argument wins
More narratives of high rise
Living spaces stepping up to sky
In tiny spaces of ascensions
Where modern living is easy
A magnetic pull secures
Opposites attract
The market places
Where lettuce and tomatoes
Absorb disciplined spaces
Sunrise escapades with
Early morning bird whistles
And cloud fancies
Prophecy of actions casual
To everyday necessities
© gillena cox 2026
