Poetry Sunday

We're coasting out of summer as we greet today, the first day of September and a good day to contemplate this short poem ...

September Visitors

by David Budbill

I'm glad to see our friends come:
talk, laughter, food, wine.
I'm glad to see our friends go:
solitude, emptiness, gardens,
autumn wind.


Actually, every month is a good month for friends, even though - as has been said - some of them bring joy when they come, and others when they go.

Have a good day and enjoy the rest of your weekend.

More thoughts coming.

Bilbo