US Auto and Oil, Who should pay? The people or corporations

Failing USA auto makers should seek aid from the oil industry and not from the tax base. Dah! One hand feeds the other from the birth of the industrial age. What do you think about this? Oh yes, both should be held responsible and made to clean up the planet that both industries fouled. Happy Thanksgiving and as ever be well, Stephen Craig Rowe

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On The Eve Of Winter

In the


Light

of day

Took time to

Talk to the

Roses.

Fingers in

damp cool earth

Nuturing

Tiny shoots

and marvel

colors of small

Leaves.

Some green,

Some purple

All pulsing and

pushing toward

the Sky.

Sun shown shadow

shoulder sweep

a

glance at three

High Hawks

Soaring

turning a wing.

Lawn mowers drone

in the scent of

Fresh cut lawns

Open windows lend

Air and light

Within and without.

Trees are green

( i talk to them too, in a manner of speaking.)

Walking joggers past me by

and smiled.

As I prayed and

Walked

in the

Light of Day.

One hand in the Earth

and

One hand in the

Stars!

Ever care for the Roses and the people.

Each and every Light is unique and

has ever been and ever shall be of you.

For you are the Light of the World.

As ever be well, Saudade is more than a word.

Then it was spring,

Now it is early winter

and

all the leaves have fallen.

Some swirl in the winds

Scratch the windows

dance in a hiss on the streets

and recall the last rose.

As winds of the north

whisper in the pines

a warm soft dream

and memories.

There the dance

of stars and diamonds

are held holy

As Libetry and Dragon

eternal entwine

reflected in glass beads

and

tears. As ever be well, With love, Stephen Craig Rowe

The Full Moon Of November

The full moon of November


is

away

above the clouds.

Thin fingers

of

trees

scratch

the

sky

as

roots dig

deep

in

beds of fallen

blooms,

leafs,

flowers.

All the roses

silent.

Yet rage

in the

change of seasons.

Soft as the rains

that

shall soon

be

snow.

In the light of

the

Moon of November

Muted

never silent.

And on the

other side

of

the

moon.

Ever shine on.

As ever be well, with love, Stephen Craig Rowe

The Water of Dawn

Though the night is cold and the hour is dark


Stars rain diamonds from Heaven.

Gently grace the garden

That grows

from the past.

All those times,

all those times,

Seed sown and scattered,

Planted and blooming,

Rage in the Light of the fire of life.

Unique,

free and alone.

All the tears,

Each and every one a

Pearl reflecting

The individual

Held Holy in the Hands of God.

There,

Grace reflects

upon the water of life,

the past, now, and future.

Your hands are of the Light.

For you are the Light of the World.

Poetry is spoken quiet in the

Night

Near the fire, eyes look into eyes as

the poet speaks.

And all remember.

Hand upon hand,

Embrace and entwine,

as the stars of night

dance on the waters

of dawn.

As ever be well.

Stephen Craig Rowe