Monday, November 27, 2017

Warm November


trumpeter swans close enough to hear their wingbeats

your lies eating up my phone minutes

pink clouds drift into the unspokenness

winter doldrums two pregnant women compare bellies

heron pond the sandhill cranes elude us

warm november in the wrong hemisphere

the plane takes off full of baggage and empty promises

new path I carry your leaves with me

Tuesday, August 1, 2017

the scent of you in the pines...


summer light a few candles away from winter

the rain I'd hoped for falling on you instead of me

shrimp tails the best part of the conversation

wordless evenings the brim of your hat coated with dust

bald cypress I could use another set of knees

fork in the road we become separated from our dreams

light-headed the scent of you in the pines

birthday surprise not knowing you'd remember

if opposites attract then we're soulmates

oppressive heat the catalpa leaves retain their coolness

white house insecurity--know that you will soon be fired

affordable care standoff the GOP can't find a better plan*

cactus acupuncture sticking me without a license



*Inspired by the Pearl Jam song, "Better Man." 

Thursday, July 13, 2017

reopened quarry the dust under new ownership

Saturday, June 24, 2017

Eleven Lines For Those Who Are Counting

  1. unknown throughout the universe my new address
  2. mother nature makes it clear I own nothing
  3. lit streets after the storm there are still fireflies
  4. political speech so many words multiplied by zero
  5. two jobs to learn I must unlearn
  6. healthcare reform the misshapen leaf of a sycamore
  7. pondface today belongs to the herons
  8. saturday morning fog slowing down the productivity
  9. deer crossing if only the opossum kept moving
10. a necessary stop. . .I brake for turtles
11. turkey family leaving the cornfield for other uncertainties


Thursday, June 22, 2017

unwanted detour the cat hurries past the fireworks tent

Saturday, May 20, 2017

cloudy morning the garbled song of a distant cardinal

Sunday, May 14, 2017

mom's quilt holding up better than I am

Happy Mother's Day to all!

Tuesday, May 9, 2017

receding water the irises grow taller

problems have more arrivals than departures
coughing jag well at least I'm not crying