Look at those people,

Idle rich and working poor,

Have they got aught in common?

~

When we look beneath

the separating surface

we find shared humanity.

When we rush to get

somewhere, we can go to some

places we’d rather not be.

~

Why bother rushing?

You’ll miss so much on the way!

It’s all about the journey!

A frigid sunset,

repeat with colored splendor,

can warm spirits, hearts, and souls.

~

Warmth can be found on

the coldest of days if we

take the time to look.

A playful male fox

eyes her from afar, wonders

who’s that vixen in the car?

~

Vixens often drive

bright-eyed foxes to wonder

why they stay so far away.

Something of value

may have no intrinsic worth,

but it is far from worthless.

~

Photographs that bring

back memories of times shared

with a loved one are priceless.

When we see how we’re

depicted in another’s

story, it can be a shock.

~

Some shocks startle us

into making needed change,

others just electrocute.

Like some huge millstone,

this six pound dog anchors me,

firmly, to this comfy spot.

~

My eighty pound dog

interrupts my busyness,

invites me to play.

After a long day

we want to wave work away

and make room for rest or play.

~

Having our druthers

may be one of many things

that await retirement.

I’d give cold hard cash

to see a court nominee

give that Senator what for!

~

What’s that Senator

for anyway? All we hear

is what he’s against.

Mini choices made

throughout the day tip the scale

to the plus or minus side.

~

It’s those little things

that truly make the difference

in the lives of Everyman.

Ill-conceived actions

and gross miscalculations

construct the perfect mousetrap.

~

The world won’t beat paths

to rat Putin’s door to watch

him get caught in his mousetrap.

The pond is caressed

by wind and light as birds sing

mid-day lullabies.

~

That’s quite a journey,

when you consider darkness

once rested on the deep’s face.

Unlikely beach scene

gracing my waking window;

perhaps a precognition?

~

Whether the beach scene

was from the past or future

it brought grace to the present.

Knox offered the cats

a chance to play hide and seek,

but they huffingly declined.

~

Hide and seek with Knox?

Akin to playing slap-jacks

with a rattlesnake!

Life’s not measured by

only a number of years

but all the living in them.

~

Let’s swim fully in

life’s ever-changing river,

grateful for the chance.

Knox’s collection

of sticks steadily grows. It’s

doggone dog hoarding.

~

If he keeps it up

you’ll both watch your dog tv

from your little doggie house!

Long days out with friends.

Early morning dental care.

Recipe for soothsaying…

~

Self-care’s such a good

predictor of well-being,

there’s no woo-woo about it.

March has many moods,

sometimes all in one short day.

Makes me long for May.

~

April’s welcome balm

is the perfect salve to sooth

all March’s wounds and itches.

Viewing shifting sands

in this semi-wake dream state

yields more questions than answers

~

It’s always better

to shift to questions than to

think you have all the answers.

Vultures in flight -so

majestic, but on the ground

their appeal is gone.

~

Eating carrion

serves a more noble purpose

than parading proud plumage!

Well… it’s not Covid

that has me feeling this bad,

so, I guess, that’s some good news.

~

A half loaf’s better

than none, but we still hunger

for the full loaf of relief.

How many bluejays

can meet at the bird feeder

before a battle begins?

~

A critical mass

is more about density

than empirical numbers.

Now I lay me down

to toss and turn for hours.

Allergy season returns.

~

For everything there

is a season, but why add

allergies to the Spring mix?

small yellow flower,

nearly invisible, dwarfed

by towering trees

~

to some that tiny

oasis of color is

a vast and wonderful world

The horrors of war

and historic parallels

strengthen the call of the void.

~

May we put that call

on hold and answer the heart’s

calls for compassion instead.

It’s real hard to find

a way forward when holding

tightly to the past.

~

If you want to rise

from the depth to the surface,

you, first, let go the anchor.

Hawks and Doves complain

about the unreasoned stance

upon which the others perch.

~

All in a flutter

over differences but no

melodious songs of peace.

It’s lonely out here

in Poemville. I wish my

fellow poet would visit.

~

Asleep at the switch

again as per usual…

good thing this ain’t a railroad!

Pink streaked sky watches

over the close of a warm,

welcoming early March day.

~

A little known fact;

Virginia’s most epic snows

historically fall in March.

Was this what he meant,

when speaking of Putin fondly,

“I like the cut of his jib”?

~

If he likes to sail

with an autocrat, maybe

he has a similar jib.