Meter plus wingspan Necks curving in syllables Wading in stanzas
Driving in circles Lost in suburbia’s flora Exit strategy!
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Today is the only menu item at life’s feast ready to be served We can order yesterday but that menu has been archived We can try to order the future but its plates are shelved We may enjoy today: to go, a la cart, or home delivery And, if life is our mother sauce;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”
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”
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.
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”
Arid land longing to be a lake again, the Namib’s lineage An ocean of sand, crust-fallen waves, an unwilling mirage. Shifting sand so hot; it builds daily, its own Axis Mundi forge, Blowing glass into heart shapes; kissing heat from Earth’s axis Yet, among its stone guardians and wood sentinels; life persists. There lies anContinue reading “Namib – A Poem”
Expectant doors in cornice trim Miter hope in architrave frames. Persistent will, opens and close To Janus’ porchlight porticoes Drafting a sanctum in the heart Built to order on Elysium’s lot.