I have seen the cold breath of the North Wind Huffing and puffing the rain outside my window I extend a hand with fingers of grey smoke To warm my own blood and calm the Sky King And now that the rain has ceased I can venture out my door… . . . . . [...]
One lone purple miniature iris About a half dozen yellow daffodils Assorted little blue flowers from some weedy plant And a larger, yet still small five petal bloomer from the variegated creeper That is what we spied, Son of Son and I, while out this afternoon . . . . . . Please ask [...]
For a time the beside clock had righted itself However she’s off kilter again – Odd to wake in the night and think there Is less time for rest and dreaming – The lure of an off day finds me not worrying… . . . . . . . Please ask permission before reprinting my [...]
A strong north wind pushes the geese south Looking for safe harbor, looking for the sun A few climb the banks of the creek One cold element at a time appears to be enough Either water or air, but not both… . . . . . . . Please ask permission before reprinting my original [...]
A winter renga: the Frost Queen returns lacing the outside of the windows with cold rain the grey liquid curtain clings withholding sun light – no warmth reaches me but my heart remains hopeful for spring now three weeks away… . . . . . . . Please ask permission before reprinting my original [...]
At six in the morning with stars twinkling their stage The birds practice their spring songs… ~~~~~ Who would have thought the sun warm enough in February To open the windows and air out the house… . . . . . . . Please ask permission before reprinting my original works. *Disclaimers: 1) We all [...]
February is pretending to be April Green lawn petticoats are laced with little purple flowers And birds are trying out for the chorus line Geese honk, ducks quack and all manor of little Jenny wrens have put on their dancing shoes and are singing today… . . . . . . . Please ask permission [...]
High in the back Silver Maple A pair of morning doves have staked their claim And wait for foliage to flourish… Far below the old orange Mama cat Walks across my unfenced yard like she owns it all… . . . . . . . . Please ask permission before reprinting my original works. *Disclaimers: [...]
Out the back side of the house On the far side of the creek – let sleeping geese lay As the ducks swim pass – I see Tux Duck has a seasonal mate Bright shades of yellow sun in a blue sky punctuated by white clouds Inside I worry about the good people who have [...]
