Monthly Archives: February 2020

  Ninety –eight feels the same as ninety-seven But thirty-one can turn all that rain to ice Orange you glad you hung on to the railing Before you stepped outside in the dark I never saw the Red Planet What … Continue reading →

This month is waning almost gone March winds are nipping at her heels I see behind me dreams undone This month is waning almost gone I hope the pieces bare as stone Resuscitate a heart to feel This month is … Continue reading →

I see the pictures on my wall A family of four in all Glass no longer can conceal It broke, and time spun its wheels A well built frame still holds strong Keeps us close, keeps us young Memories weaved … Continue reading →

I plucked chickens in the back yard Boiling water softened the quills Dead foul feel no pain Poetically I “extract the plumage” Either way you say it Those peelings gotta go Years go by My layers live Peel ever gently … Continue reading →

Who really stares back in the mirror each day Mimicking all I do and say Where does she go as I walk away? Does she put on pink pearls I can never acquire Enjoy watermelon and pinot noir near a … Continue reading →

A poet speaks a language Silence asks the question Of an unfamiliar path Does a bird look for One feather lost If she still has flight And knows the way home? Ah, if you find a wing Then cry I … Continue reading →

  I considered the flower The fragrant rose Its petals soft to touch But thorns keep friends and foe alike At distance a bit too much Lily-of-the-valley Delicate and small Highly toxic to children No, I won’t be their downfall … Continue reading →

On the bus, her mind wandered back to a time life was simple. Funny, at the time she didn’t think so. She was restless and had to leave that secluded town where life on those dusty roads led nowhere and … Continue reading →

I stir the tea leaves Lean into the steam Caressing my skin My bones absorb it Like quicksand I expect them to give still As they lie Limp Dead Scentless Against the bottom of the cup An unwilling sacrifice All … Continue reading →

  I saw a robin yesterday A harbinger of spring they say She flit between the oaks still bare Searching for some bugs of fare She knows not the thrill she did impart Upon my cold and barren heart For … Continue reading →