Is it cowardice

to avoid unpleasant tasks,

or just self-preservation?

~

Some other options

include procrastination,

laziness, and revulsion.

Chirping colors, blue,

yellow, black, white, gray, and red

announce their need to be fed.

~

Their protestations

prompt you to put out more seed

for the bears to eat with greed.

I lie here, in bed,

feeling the world spin its course

through the universe… for now.

~

And soon you will rise

and actively join the world

in all its spinning.

This year Summer chose

not to rush in and push Spring

heatedly aside.

~

Since Summer awaits

somewhere else, way off down south,

let us spring to outdoor chores.

Circles dot the land

trying to control all those

who refuse to self-control

~

Circles of support

help those who lack self-control

develop it from within.

They found no answers,

but found plenty of questions

while looking for them.

~

Maybe they forgot

Life was about the journey

not just the destination.

True wisdom is found,

not in seeing what is there,

but from kenning the absence.

~

Wisdom is found in

silence, but noise, both inner

and outer complicates things.

The house is alive

with the sound of grandkids. If

I want stillness, I must walk.

~

Somebody must walk,

that’s true, but it’s up to you

to decide who hits the bricks.

Sometimes lofty clouds

fall from their high place to rest

gently on the solid ground.

~

With such descent comes

a softening of earth’s rough

edges and sometimes our own.

~

Let’s put our half-baked

ideas in poetic

form. Maybe they’ll seem profound.

~

Since the earth b-flat,

let’s just drive our trucks right off

and conquer the universe.

Alone in their thoughts,

being such a heavy load,

they labor to preclude it.

~

Having someone to

share our thoughts with makes heavy

loads so much lighter.

As usual, woke

to loud meows, soft whines, my

pets’ version of “hit the deck”.

~

A cat, more subtle,

curls patiently on my chest;

places a paw on my chin.

On this breathless dawn,

time seems to be suspended;

leaves unstirred by any breeze.

~

Where outward stillness

is met by an inward one,

a comforting peace resides.

Hidden by the grass,

two dark rabbits watch and wait

for the time to make their break.

~

Knowing when to break,

from good cover, to take flight

is an art some never learn.

Preparing for war

to ravage my peaceful lawn;

Fox and Rabbit den nearby.

~

They’re not at war. Just

like us they need a home for

themselves and their families.

Just a friendly hint –

tomorrow is Mother’s Day,

wink, wink…thought I’d let you know.

~

For once, reminders,

though welcomed, aren’t required.

Could it be I’m growing up?

You’re never too old

to enjoy a free concert

on a sunny afternoon.

~

No need to leave home.

Just open the door and you’ll

hear the birds singing.

The first to arrive.

the last to go…uninvited

squirrels at the bird feeder.

~

When they first arrive,

those old crows cackled fury

finding their feed absconding.

As night slowly falls,

the howling of coyotes

adds a note of eeriness…

~

…and when the owls join

with their haunting cries of who,

we shake in wonder.

Slowly shifting mist

adds mystery to the start

of a matter-of-fact day.

~

Shifting mists highlight

just as well as they conceal,

drawing eyes to shape and form.

Humming ceiling fans

and the stirring of the air

gently caress me to sleep.

~

Meows of hungry

cats and whine of lonely dog

ungently awaken me.

May can’t seem to let

go of April and make space

for June’s arrival.

~

Maybe May might think

it has the might to resist

June’s jejune vicissitude.

It’s not every day

one goes to such great lengths for

the chance to thank a mentor.

~

It gladdens the heart

when appreciation is

given and received.

When the cards are stacked

against us, may we find strength

enough to try anyway.

~

Sometimes that stacked deck

should serve as a loud warning

that this path is not the way.

Who will rise to meet

the challenges presented

by the light devourers?

~

Every day, many

meet those challenges, but they

are often unseen.

In between places

can be noisy as they fill

with worrisome thoughts.

~

When it’s quiet there,

some will find peace within them

others build a shrieking void.

Each extinguished torch

allows darkness to encroach

upon our shrinking village.

~

Encroaching darkness

brings with it memories of

former light bearers.

A certain blankness

is visiting our minds, but

we have hope it won’t linger.

~

Creative juices

dry up after talking to

Insurance Claims Adjusters.

Spring rains water plants

with no supervision or

effort from any of us.

~

…and somehow new growth

never gets overwatered

despite their zealous tending.

As I cast about

for something pithy to say,

all I found was nothingness.

~

Nothingness also

is visiting me today.

What is there to say?