“If a man who can’t count finds a four leaf clover, is he lucky?” ― Stanisław Lem
Someone turns on a tap And life’s elixir pours a cup Flowing freely without pomp. Distilling healing rains’ balm Dams and reservoirs, pump Life through copper veins. And, somehow a Well fills our cup, When we turn on the tap.
Today is the only menu item at life’s feast ready to be served We can order yesterday but that menu has been archived We can try to order the future but its plates are shelved We may enjoy today: to go, a la cart, or home delivery And, if life is our mother sauce; then,Continue reading “Today – A Poem”
<<<Please click or tap the image above, to view the slide show>>> Snow paints Winter’s Solstice Coloring urban, rural masterpieces, In the flowers of lilies-of-the-valley, Their garments all, as white as snow. **** My friends, I am using the new “Story Post” feature in WordPress. This post may look a bit out of sorts onContinue reading “Blank Canvas – A Poem”
Fresh snow, falls in Northern sheets on the bed of night, Hemming satin pillows in canticles of the Magnificat. December writes its liturgy in Summer praise, Selah! Where Southern daisies embellish the tundra in gerbera, While the North, in icicle chandeliers, etch Winter’s laser. Tipping its hat to both seasons in its December orbit, TellusContinue reading “Ornamentum – A Poem”
The seasons do not upon the earth’s heart, a burden be Instead, festoons its gladness on every tree. If leaves and buds in their fair branches be, There it sends magpies, pigeons and chickadees. If autumn winds to leaves their epiphany call, Their energy, transformative love to fertile soil. In warm hearted grace, Earth saysContinue reading “Seasons – A Poem”
Looking back with the hinterland of hindsight, That which seemed like plight’s drawbridge – A trebuchet, a catapult, an ark, a refuge, A new creation on its maiden flight; A dove in unclouded twilight.
Daybreak’s sky-blue tasseled curtain, Drenches Dawn in watercolor rain. Early morning easel and sketchpad, Painting the new day’s launchpad. ********** Snapshot taken at dawn, Wednesday morning – Nov. 4, 2020, following a heavy downpour.
“Wise are they who have learned these truths: Trouble is temporary. Time is tonic. Tribulation is a test tube.” William Arthur Ward
Uh oh The weather outside is zero Feels like snow, you know. Uh Oh, gotta go Fit a set of snowplows as tires On the charioteer, 2005 LeSabre And, a stir stick for her windshield – To wisk away frost, ice and snow Like trademark Frappuccinos Ordered at drive-thru windows. Uh oh gotta go ShoppingContinue reading “Uh Oh – A Poem”