The geese Gurgling crisply above Ice tapping at the window As the Snow tucks me in Just in time to cover the popping spring But still The smell is glorious When I poke my nose Out the front door It should be gone By the morrow
I opened my front door the other day. It was raining. Each drip looked as if it stung the cement landing quickly and bouncing sharply upward breaking into pieces. I stood there for awhile watching. I listened and I smelled. There was absolutely nothing unordinary or special, to make this memory stick. The air didn’t … Continue reading Talking to you…raindrops 4/30/20
Barren and cold So many snowflakes Landing one at a time Altogether Barely big enough To separate Playing with each other Grounded with a kiss And gone
When the fog settles in The street lights Glow a little wider. Up that hill Just ahead I see my way, It’s not clear. The red lights disappear Flat, on the horizon line. I’m left wandering, Will I?
Can you imagine Life without lasagna Smelling the fresh breeze Spring rolling up from under the leftover snow As the sun beats down Getting higher and higher Until sinking again Feeling fall take it’s hold Shaking it’s trunk The grasp shivering down Snow, beautiful white snow Dancing in the sky Landing in just the right … Continue reading A Garfield Thought – January 16, 2020
Bubbles of ice Stretching As far as the temperature Drops, Leaving nothing untouched And Accepting its reach.
Branches, scattered Leaves, clinging Against the dull heavens ~~~ Roasted with red spice.
~~~You can find me playing in the leaves~~~
Trees Blow at me. I can’t stop them, Or make them, I see them. Shaking fingers Luring me in...
A swollen old tree, Blue and Smokey. Where a knot, extended Splits into the ground. A Home, a muse. Beauty not built, But shaped by opportunity. It holds a place Living a lifetime Right off the wayside. Do you notice, Or would it pass you by?
A funny little dance As I watch by chance Bouncing and flirting To down right deserting Spastically Slapping And taking their bows Staring out my back windows. Between each slat The branches do play The leaves maroon and cold The sun kissed tint of red, bold.
Alive and soft Over my skin. In my mouth, She swirls And pushes. Brushing down my arm, Letting me feel the secrets Of her journey Comforting the past. My cheeks and lips Perk up to feel the love. I breath her in, Fresh dirt and bumble bees. A lull lures me To listen, Chirping and … Continue reading The Breeze Blows By – August 16, 2019
I am no painter, I don’t claim to be. The solace I find In blowing branches And flittering leaves Draws me in, Spits me out, and Brings me treedom.
The sky’s exhale takes flight, I’m drawn Beneath its branches. The law of Attraction is simple. The inexplicable Beauty of The trees breathing in the breeze. A gift of life in motion So pure, unaltered to the naked eye. Praised by The attention Of those who see. Just as it’s supposed to be, I want … Continue reading My Reverie – June 13, 2019
The slow melodic crest ~ Falling into froth. ~ Pulling Back out to sea, Metronomically set to Slow and steady. ~ Heaves again ~ Reaching higher Crashing, tossing Itself into a bubbly pool. ~ Sliding back to where it came. ~ Taking a layer of granular crystals, ~ Eating away At what once was At … Continue reading The Wave – June 26, 2019
The sunlight hits The side of the hill, Ricocheting off Tall thin grasses. ~~~ Tickling the air Between each Exhale blown. ~~~ Black metal fences shine in their glory, The whole way round. ~~~ Funny little insects Dance and bounce, Illuminated In the suns last rays. ~~~ As it falls below the horizon, Ho-hum. A … Continue reading Each Sundown – June 24, 2019
Sometimes, I wonder ~~~ How do you hear The birds chirping, And not get annoyed? Shut the fuck up! ~~~ In the same breath Keep on chirping!
Drifting, As the cloud Passes by. The bird teetering Through the breeze. The gentle shake that comes From the leaves, Soothes the aching soul. Unopened eyes, And rambling To the melody Sung. Refuge found In everything That was, And is to come. But right now, As the clouds stand still In their place. Birds chirping … Continue reading Shake – June 10, 2019
Toe tip Taps the clear Chilled stream. Sending a buzz Of hair standing on end Up through My leg, As it sinks into the pool. The shock spreads, The glass of ice water Clings to my skin, Detaining the Circulation of life. My eyes shoot open, Sprinkled with a splash Of the juice From the … Continue reading River Play – June 4, 2019
I’m a fish flopping out of water. On the street for everyone to see. Catch me Hold me firm. Cut me open And filet me. Always more Fish in the sea.