Tonight I’ll listen

to classical music as

Trumpy sings his same old song.

~

The single time one

solo Trumpet stirs my soul

is playing Taps as graveside.

As we’ve often seen

some leaders are no more than

thugs under color of law.

~

With mouths full of lies

and hands full of bribes they make

their way to the top.

The once frozen pond

has now thawed and ripples with

pleasure in the warm sunlight.

~

Just in time it seems

for another snowy mess

to grace its rippled surface.

Priceless history

rendered swiftly into sludge

just by adding some water.

~

Priceless honors turned

into commodities for

those with money to buy them.

If we the people

placed a tariff on Trump’s lies,

we would soon be rich.

~

Congress should promote

deficit reduction plans

based on this in lieu of taxes.

I can’t understand

why these old blog posts

are suddenly in the trash.

~

Inspired by our

president, the hacker tried

to silence free speech.

Once he quit sniffing

cocaine off the toilet seat,

his highs were replaced with lows.

~

One man’s rock bottom,

to the toxic narcissist;

the cost of doing business.

From those wizened hands.

through which every tool would slip,

emerge the most wondrous works.

~

Years have gone into

this artisan’s craft with such

amazing results.

As sails luff, useless,

we flounder without rudder

and we make no steerageway.

~

Waiting for changing

winds, we sit and talk

about bringing oars next time.

My soul remembers

every piercing jagged step

on that sun-baked gravel lot.

~

And the body stores

that memory in every

cell lest you forget.

Warm spring evening

Resound with persistent peeps;

Tree frogs awakened

~

Knox listens closely,

hoping it’s his beloved

sticks summoning him.

Knox decided to

try out for the opera

when he spotted that squirrel.

~

Canine arias,

regardless provocation,

sure are an acquired taste.

Looked around today

but found nothing much of note

on which to wax poetic.

~

Even the birds’ songs

seemed a bit forced on this cold

and quite dreary day.

There’s plenty of food

and plenty of room, but still

they flutter and fume.

~

They think the choicest

spot and morsel must be theirs,

so off they fly… to Greenland?

All preparations

are most likely overkill,

unless the worst transpires.

~

Better to prepare

for the worst than be taken

by surprise with no options.

On this homebound day,

with amenities or no,

we find warmth in family.

~

Even when tempers

flare, it’s a whole lot better

than the cold out there.

Blazing frozen trails

through the sunny blinding woods

from the comfort of my home.

~

Virtual travel

comes in real handy when snow

and ice block our paths.

Like the roulette wheel,

given time, all players lose-

shooting craps with climate change.

~

The stakes are high, but

some insist on gambling by

leaving things just as they are.

Wind invited snow

to sail, an invitation

snow could not refuse.

~

The resulting dunes

echo frozen desertscapes;

some monochrome Sahara.

Like some giant fan

sound a thousand Starling wings

whirling round; skyward gyres.

~

After all that snow

and ice, Spring is on the way

much to their and our delight.

Sky’s tears wash away

the cold, white reminders

of past frozen days.

~

White reminders stay

hidden in dark recesses,

shadowed from the cleansing light.

The wonder of snow

really made us wonder why

we were not better prepared.

~

After a winter

of weatherfolk crying wolf,

complacency took command.

Contentious debate

conducted with courtesy

champions civility.

~

A real valentine

to everyone, those who talk

and those who listen.

Both people were in

the same place at the sane time.

but were worlds apart.

~

Some live out of phase;

eternally unable

to comprehend their neighbor.

When old friends convene

it’s hard to get good work done

due to the reminiscing

~

Given enough time

there’s room for old friends to both

reminisce and work.

As the snow and ice

melt, we begin to regain

ground inside and out.

~

May the coming thaw

warm those ice cold frozen hearts

indifferent to suffering.

Those most suffering

with “Trump Derangement Syndrome”

are the ones who think him great.

~

Especially when

it’s obvious that he does

not give a hoot about them.

As the sun rises

and the day starts to unfold,

folks and flocks ask to be fed.

~

And as the sun sets,

and day wilts into darkness,

folks and flocks snack before bed.

Sometimes volunteer

work is more time consuming

than… less gainful employments.

~

Sometimes more is less

and, as that old saying goes,

sometimes less is more.