time no longer remembers our feeble sins

Coyotes and hawks 

And rattlesnakes 

Boulders that are cool to the touch 

Snowmelt streams 

Above in the Sierra Nevada 

That flow into cold rivers 

Below in the central valley 

People without and people with 

Some rain and flooding in the winter 

Some fire and smoke in the summer 

An earthquake anytime 

Northern California 

Things I know 

James Lee Jobe 

We are all failures—at least the best of us are.

J.M. Barrie

Wilson Pickett - Everybody Needs Somebody To Love

These hard years have covered life with lovely red roses, up and down, from here to there, until time no longer remembers our feeble sins. One rose holds a special magic, being so large and so soft that god sleeps on the easy petals, and is so deeply red that darkness visits just to know beauty. In this manner the slow eons of eternity pass by, up and down, from here to there, and the scent of roses blesses one and all, the sweetness of a life, of being alive, a lesson of the soul, the love of the roses. 

James Lee Jobe 

As long as I'm learning something, I figure I'm OK - it's a decent day. 

Hunter S. Thompson

These poems 

Are my woodpile 

My firewood 

And everyday 

I chop more wood 

To build the pile high 

For winter 

James Lee Jobe 

Don’t sweat the petty things and don’t pet the sweaty things.

George Carlin

Please help support this blog with a small donation on the BUY ME A COFFEE link below. Every little bit helps the unemployable; me. Thanks, jlj