false spring wrings out tshirts amplifies birdsong deepens brick into clay folds clouds into steamy gem studded panes salt stained boot laces winter coat pulled from its hook with a sigh
February 26, 2022
Month: February 2022
hidden heart a pitch pine ugly asymmetrical offering no sustenance no shade unappealing unyielding brittle bark drifting down dusting crocus pink dandelion a weepy volunteer of waste places unsuitable subject for painters and poets no buoyant flourish no flashy shimmer no rustling whisper stark and still austere shadow making no promise holding no confidence asking for nothing granting only its stature its deep roots its enfolding of earth and sky and a moment to remember or to be forgotten
February 19, 2022
storm tossed mast electrical pole sheets of snow hiss shoreline crashing creak of spruce towering clouds doom purple close of day as wind scours the streets clean like the sea I'm going home
February 19, 2022
Life's beautiful compromise is knowing I'd do it all over again to be here with you.
February 19, 2022
Green growing-things stand fast asleep beneath the churning sky. A breath of storm arrived that morn', a gusty, cloudy sigh. Fitfully, uncertainly, the snow begins to fall, its crystal down a formal gown on sapling straight and tall. Raw the norther's voice becomes in squalls and bitter frost. Above the gale of icy hail the sky itself is lost. Long into the black of night the blizzard's will is bent, 'tween limbs and leaves the wroth wind weaves a tale of harsh torment. Sharp upon the distant hill arrives the edge of dawn. Storm's icy reign begins to wane as snowdrifts gape and yawn. Silent flee the ragged clouds and so begins the day so short and cold it soon grows old and fades to solemn gray. Beneath the sky the growing-things now sleep in blankets white. Their tranquil dreams still filled with beams of springtime's wholesome light.
December 30, 1999
when i count my blessings i count your friendship foremost among them.
February 12, 2022
