More green leaves appear

on the dying tree, inspired

perhaps, by their forerunners.

~

Trees, much like people,

bud, leaf, blossom, and bloom

on their own schedule.

A washed out eclipse,

none the less, provides a chance

to capture dynamic clouds.

~

Even though you did

not get what you were looking

for, look what you got!

Toward the end of day,

the sun briefly waved hello

then hurriedly disappeared.

~

Apollo’s stately

pace across the firmament

hid by Aeolian’s shrouds.

It has been so long

since we’ve dined without children,

I nearly called you to task!

~

I thought I noticed

a stern look on your face that

reminded me of my dad.

Knox cautions me not

to let the slow drizzle

dampen my mood, stop our walk.

~

My dogs had a ball

running in the dog park mist

but their owners missed the joy.

What tangled chaos

arises from deception

even with best intentions.

~

To avoid tangles

and chaos, try an honest,

creative approach.

They say they care for

the unborn, but once born they

and their moms are on their own.

~

What they care about

is a shrinking labor force

and shrinking majority.

A tank full of gas

and nothing to do but drive!

Behold the freedom of youth!

~

Such freedom comes with

youth and retirement. Ah,

how I long for the latter!

When Knox is asked, “What

is your shtick, he picks one up,

but indicates they’re all his.

~

It’s unique to him,

at least in our family,

his shtick with any he finds.

Sodden spring leaves

can not dampen the joyous

celebration of mothers.

~

Good mothering is

something we all need and it

can come from many sources.

The rain fails to wash

away Knox’ and my pleasure

in our evening walk.

~

Cold spring rain hardly

seems conducive to pleasure

for walking dogs or owners.

Rollercoaster rides.

Really only fun and games

in Amusement parks.

~

It is no fun when

thoughts, emotions, and events

take us for unwelcome rides.

Today I longed to

be shiftless, but I couldn’t

make the necessary shifts.

~

You really must stop

making any kind of shift

if you want to be shiftless!

In how many ways

can our faith in government

and our leaders be betrayed?

~

We the people must

be faithful in holding them

and ourselves accountable.

Tonight’s crescent moon

held its full self in its arms

as the clouds whispered goodnight.

~

When our shadow basks

in our own reflected glow,

we remember we exist.

With the coming Spring,

dormant bodies awaken

shedding death-like patinas

~

May we remember

Spring’s eternal renewal

when our day darkens.

Some things mean a lot

even though they may not be

of cosmic significance.

~

Who’s to say just what

constitutes significance

in the cosmic scheme of things?

All things considered,

I suppose there’s greater sins

than not starting a poem?

~

You might ask the great

Creator who might suggest

non-writers anonymous.

Disposing of stuff

I never used and forgot

I had. Feeling much lighter.

~

But one day, and soon,

you’ll remember a thing,

you need but no longer have!

Dichotomous halves

always seeking unity

endlessly arguing means.

~

Which can lead us to

conclude that half a loaf might

be better than one.

Knox met a possum

today, didn’t understand

why he wouldn’t play.

~

That marsupial

was playing his game with Knox.

He just did not understand.

Like climbing mountains,

seems an apt comparison

to describe recovery.

~

Especially when

it seems you’ve been in a long,

narrow valley for some time.

Golden buttercups,

like tiny bits of sunshine,

brighten my lawn and my day.

~

At the forest verge

violet wood sorrel blooms

peek from beneath fallen leaves.

Not so long ago

you were the young son of a

young mother. Now we’re both old.

~

Hopefully wisdom,

acquired through many years,

replaces long lost vigor.

One has to wonder

why kind of pro forma act

leads one to like a blank screen

~

Maybe in this age

of too muchness, some folks find

relief in the void.

Watching the birds feed

every day feeds me more than

the birdseed feeds them.

~

Any little seed

planted in rich, fertile, ground

will take root, grow, and flourish.

Sometimes when we try

to make change for the better,

some things just seem to get worse.

~

Like when we sharply

reduce our sugar intake

and become a sour puss?

An age old question:

why can’t they see the wisdom

of my words and ways.

~

Interesting thing-

One’s perception of wisdom

often differs from others.

Deep conversations,

supposed to build friendships,

often just foster discord.

~

If you’re going to

swim in deep waters, make sure

your companion wants to go.

This rainy day seems

to have washed our words away.

We will write another day.