Go out on a winter nightto view the tilting crescent moonwhen clouds released their hold at laston February’s somber skies May silver light warm your heartwith her waning sliver song voicing beauty as she doeslustrous without seeking glory Photo taken from my front yard.
[double shadorma*] Earth’s annual spincycles usfull circlethrough all seasons until it’sGroundhog Day, again This year Philmay see no shadow,bringing onearly springPunxsutawney’s weathermanholds our fate, again We have a family tradition to watch the movie, Groundhog Day, each year on February 2nd. It is a 1993 classic movie where the main character gets caught in a time-loop … More Punxsutawney Prediction Again
Winter horizoncovers star light and moon beamsbut I trust they’re there
after Freda Manfred The crow in the top branch of the tall tree caws to her mate, scans the world belowshe knows not the names of the trees butsenses the distinction between oak and elm,between the branch in winter and in summer A molecule of H2O in clouds above the tree and crowits constant ancient cycle … More The Crow and H2O
A doe, hoofs dampened in mists of snow savors late autumn’s lingering foliage, alert to foes yet senses safety her only observer, a camera lens Slender oak branches iced in white are mostly leafless, pulling inward time to wait till time to grow for both young oak and yearling doe This poem was inspired by … More First Snow
Snow clings to sides of treesblown by worldly windsof last night’s winter storm In warm morning sunlightthuds of ice fall like glaciers calvingpocking the snow below Limbs let go of what weighs them downto lift toward the sun and blossom “Zen says everything preaches the dharma…”– Nancy Mujo Baker, dharma teacher and philosophy professor For … More Release
Minutes are marked by the furnace warming the house, then restingHours pass as icicles formand while minding the soup in the potHeight of snow drifts marks my daysShifts of the moon mark the weeks I chop potatoes for soup as a prayerworship wool socks and mittensGarden rocks hibernate under white capeswhile sky hides beneath curtains … More February Time
No song of color in the sky this morning No scales of pink and peach and orange No whole note of a full moon settingNot even empty music stavesJust a silent pause of grey Note: A Caesura in music is a brief, silent pause in which metrical time is not counted. Photo taken from my … More February Caesura
Jack gazes out the door wallhis piercing yellow eyes say“I want to go outside.” I unlock the doorslide it open just a wee bitHe sits, contemplating “Wanna go outside?” I ask,animation in my voiceI open the door a bit moreHe sits, assessing options “Go on, Jack, go outside.”He sits, nose in the opening “I can’t let … More Plenty of Pleas
If there was no tomorrow No chance of success or failure It’s only today, that’s all you get What would you do with this day No chance of success, or failure Reliving the day again and again What would you do with this day If you had a chance for a redo Reliving the same day … More Iteration [pantoum*]
Wind Rush 