Spring rains water plants
with no supervision or
effort from any of us.
~
…and somehow new growth
never gets overwatered
despite their zealous tending.
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?
A parade of deer
marched across the yard, looking
around, waiting for applause.
~
A turkey quartet
grumbles across the driveway
A vixen slinks by; groupie?
Stark shadows remain
of the late unpleasantness
that once stalked this verdant land
~
We can’t erase those
shadows by banning books or
silencing conversation.
Hafiz reminds us
that blame is a stock which brings
very poor returns.
~
Always practical
Hafiz was, unlike Rumi,
living his life mystically
So many flowers
arrive ahead of schedule;
Will any be left for May?
~
Flowers follow their
own schedules and don’t pay much
attention to ours.
The fields are bathed in
golden light as deer stroll by
and crows critique their progress.
~
Bird-brains oft complain
about the stolid advance
of their hidebound companions.
After a lengthy
and vexing, rainy, night’s drive,
dawn breaks on the beach.
~
Back home the slowly
rising sun shines through the mist
hinting of better weather.
Distant train whistle
invites me to get moving,
but I think I’ll pass.
~
I passed on boarding
that train likewise preferring
to ride rails in the dreamscape.
That gurgle from trees;
sounds like fish, splashing in ponds?
Brown-headed Cowbirds?
~
April seems to be
trying to find a way to
combine parts of March and May.
~
April is, of course,
two seasons’ homunculus.
Winter transmuted to Spring.
Someday we may plumb
Suffering’s abyssal depths
And waken Leviathan
~
Compassion can ease
the world’s suffering without
awaking Leviathan.
As we drove past them
the white dogwoods waved and gave
us a standing ovation.
~
And is it not, thus
due us, in our station as,
Masters of all we survey?
Like long parted Larks
gathered again together,
splendidly they sang.
~
What a joy to hear
again the music they once
made with each other.
Motherly advice –
today is your wife’s birthday.
Take her on a fun-filled date.
~
If there’s any time
After her class reunion
I will gladly heed your advice.
A lucid moment
skitters past and disappears
Into the mounting clutter.
~
Got lost in daily
clutter and thus lost a chance
to write a lucid response.
I’ll never tire
of the youthful leaves of Spring
and the renewal they bring.
~
Warm sun on cool skin
is the way days should begin
not, just yet, summer’s fire.
Writing poetry
demands more observation
but less discipline than prose.
~
Writing requires
devotion amidst a whole
world of commotion.
Small quivering in
tall grass and soon a small bird
emerges, seed in his beak.
~
Like that little bird
rejoicing in his morsel,
we too, rejoice in small scenes.
Spring arrives at last.
In fields, a frost of flowers
echo there the winter past.
~
Birds and butterflies
fan the air as deer forage
and squirrels dash from here to there
Dogwoods don their white
spring outfits and greet us with
a flowery song.
~
Dogwoods hit high notes,
leaving those poor tulips to
cover all the baritones.
After the Vet day,
with all the ensuing pain,
no dog wants to walk in rain.
~
Knox takes a dim view
of rain walks whether he’s been
to the vet or not.
Everywhere you look
bushes, bulbs, and trees burst forth
with colorful things to say.
~
They speak a language,
vibrant and multi-chrome, a
seasonal synesthesia.
And the show went on,
with seasonal allergies,
wardrobe malfunctions, and all.
~
When things go awry,
determination joined with
creativity saves the day.
How many Trump fans
does it take to change a light
bulb? None. They prefer darkness.
~
Everybody knows
people who resist all change,
since it requires action.
Tulip buds open
as daffodils slowly fade.
Soon there will be irises.
~
A many colored
parade marches us slowly
and surely into summer.
Preparing taxes
is taxing especially
when you see where money went.
~
Why must we balance
our books and pay our taxes
when government figures pass?
A weathered old boat
frozen atop earthen waves
just more cut-over flotsam
~
Many times we feel
like a boat out of water
longing to float home.
No high winds or rain
today. Just warmth and sunshine
comes our way…whoops… April fools!
~
It’s sunny and warm
up in Springfield Virginia-
perhaps a road-trip today?