wind began
rain followed
shook leaves from trees
hurried by my window.
On the second floor
Jan 4
Jan 4, 2026 at 5:10 PM UTC
snow falls like a million past lives
cold incessant
the yellow fire hydrant
wonders "what am I doing here?
it decides to leave
the snow bound streets
march off to the smelter
"What am I doing here?
"What good am I?
Here in the midst of winter,
What is my purpose?
"To fight fires."
an answer
from the infinite past.
"Don't run away don't give up
Some day, some how,
somewhere
you will be needed,
just not right now."
Feb 3, 2025
Feb 3, 2025 at 5:26 PM UTC
glorious dawn
spreading golden light on all
Earth's verdant drama
Apr 15, 2020
Apr 15, 2020 at 5:01 PM UTC
I went to the kitchen
hot milk and yeast
to calm me
I climbed up
out of the pit
to get here
giving up
confused
giving up what I know
looking for the ****
of consolation
and safe harbor
I came here
to make sense
of the confusion
my tears coming
from a place new
strange uncharted
Twain is here
maybe Plath
not my Path
searching for
the Sage in me
Is she here?
you tell me
Feb 7, 2020
Feb 7, 2020 at 11:28 AM UTC
Day is almost done and twilight upon us.
The cosmic bartender calls
“last call for the light of day”
back aches from gardening
and no walking or swimming
you have to love the pain
from doing what you love.
Jan 12, 2020
Jan 12, 2020 at 12:45 AM UTC
Spring
green and full.
Hawthornes
lovely in thorniness of pink blossoms.
Not to be out done
Dogwoods
lift their faces to the sky.
Jun 18, 2019
Jun 18, 2019 at 7:40 AM UTC
Dawn is here
the sky lightens
winds from the heavens
move earth's trees
geese fly calling
fresh day fresh air
new day new hope
Apr 20, 2019
Apr 20, 2019 at 9:51 AM UTC
the week end far off
when I sit in sloth
in the meantime I grind
and fast forward the time
when my feet can be up
and slow down with a cup
of tisane like Poirot
at that time I'll know
the meaning of slow
in the meantime I grind
this joe so fine
Mar 7, 2019
Mar 7, 2019 at 11:33 AM UTC
Black crow feathers found
Under the huge walnut trees
playground for squirrels
Mar 7, 2019
Mar 7, 2019 at 11:30 AM UTC
I'll stand here at the sink
And have my tea
and sip and think
and let the sun shine
on my hands
and cups and plates and pots and pans
and what a lovely place to be
and thankful that it's all for me
And let the wind come in the door
and through the window
to dry the floor
and when I've hung the clothes outside
I'll sit and wait to take a ride
To share the sunshine's gift to me
That I am happy
as happy can be
Oct 29, 2018
Oct 29, 2018 at 7:57 AM UTC