With Saturday comes

a chance to rest, but then I

looked at my chore list.

~

Mowing the lawn paused,

replaced in priority

by surprise tractor repair.

Rain stains horizon.

The sunset interrupted.

Somehow, its beauty enhanced.

~

A deep truth expressed

in nineteen words and three lines

thanks to my poetic son.

Sunshine and birdsong

and just right weather – April’s

perfect offering.

~

And as evening comes

sun sets into gloaming

presaging coming summer.

On this Earth day, we

must remember we can be

a force for change, you and me.

~

The earth is our home.

Let’s cherish and care for it

as long as we can.

All around the world

folks ask what can possibly

be going on in his head.

~

He gazes in pools

seeing only glorious

visions meant for him alone.

Their Junk Media

floods the brain with dopamine

without cognitive value.

~

When current events

leave us in despair, we seek

the release such junk provides.

Perhaps the rain will

dampen the pollen, thereby

lifting our spirits.

~

Washing out our bane

into the nearest river

may not benefit the fish.

Oak tassel islands,

dotting concrete medians

formed by eddies in the stream.

~

Even with our eyes

wide open we often fail

to see what’s right before us.

They broke free, those calves

and they are now the talk of

the whole neighborhood.

~

Friendly visitors

found a hole in the wire;

hopefully ICE won’t show-up.

Onerous labor,

once the task is completed,

never seems half as daunting.

~

And yet when you’re in

the midst of it all, it seems

like you will never be done.

If lies were just taxed,

Trump would be bankrupt and our

country would be much richer.

~

He’d not stand alone

in the line for bankruptcy

if we taxed dishonesty!

I reap the wages

earned by procrastination

as tax deadlines loom.

~

Taxes are really

taxing for everyone but

the rich who pay none.

Hands poised on the keys.

I begin to type, but what

comes out is nonsense and tripe.

~

Today, there’s no time.

Taxes take priority,

poetry- the second seat.

It’s hard to find joy

when the world is exploding

in sorrow and misery.

~

But just this morning

I watched a male cardinal pick

up a seed and feed his mate.

Some not-so-little

birds told me it was past time

for them to be fed.

~

Even little birds

use their outside voices to

advertise big appetites.

When the bully gets

a pass on his behavior,

can he learn bullying’s wrong?

~

He learns instead to

continue his assaults as

he boasts of his “successes”.

Out on the pond geese

gather as they travel to

other ponds, other places.

~

Like Geese, Traveling

Men gather in fellowship

on their way to foreign lands.

This late into spring,

breathing its last icy gasp,

winter waves a sad goodbye.

~

But winter always

keeps its promises and will

frostily return.

The cedar tree said

to the dogwood, “You’re a

blooming idiot.”

~

The dogwood replied

to the cedar, sniffling,

“You gymnosperms make me sneeze.”

Sometimes it’s subtle;

other times, a tornado.

Either way, he bears ill will.

~

Ill will sweeps our land

as many imitate our

Tornado-In-Chief.

As the darkness fades

and the son slowly rises,

the pets ask me to rise too.

~

It’s the day for that.

As even dogs remember,

he rose to dispel darkness.

At a loss for words

maybe rather serious

for those who die by the pen.

~

But you came back to

life when the decision was

made to type instead.

What a different

world we’d see if love were our

guide instead of fear.

~

“Love’s the greatest fear”,

some learned in their infancy;

a vast fount of endless pain.

Interconnection

can be great so long as none

are hell-bent on destruction.

~

When destruction trumps

compassion and connection,

don’t elect him president.

April welcomes us

with sunshine and flowers, but

asks us to wait for showers.

~

And when showers come

they bring with them fireworks

to brighten moods damped by rain.

Some say all trees

have a right to grow and be…

These forty foot weeds, less so.

~

And yet the soil

welcomed them and gave them space

to expand and grow.

The green budded trees

reach for the sky announcing

a new season has arrived.

~

Legions of seasons

all in a day; Virginia

weather, kind of, goes that way.

Spring Beauties blooming

beside Common Violets

craft a springtime lawn mosaic.

~

Birds dining beside

squirrels create a picture

that enthralls our cats.

After so many

learning opportunities,

shouldn’t we be geniuses?

~

Opportunities

knock with such a frequency

we’ve all learned suspiciousness.