February leaped

forward and grabbed an extra

day. What will March gave to say?

~

Knowing its history

March gives February grace

for “rendering to Caesars”.

Nobody designs

their great works for retrofit;

assuring obsolescence.

~

Instead they design

mediocre works that break

and turn a profit.

He thinks his trump card

is a get out of jail free

card. Let’s hope he’s wrong.

~

We can only hope

the era of the “big lie“

finally is in denouement.

Conflicting duties

always leave some unhappy.

Thus you know you’re in demand.

~

Overcommitting

almost always leaves some things

undone and someone upset.

She opened the drawer

of her mind today and found

it crammed full of if onlies.

~

A drawer of regret

in a chest of memories

represents a life well lived.

Kudzu and bamboo

battle for supremacy

in a place neither belong.

~

Invasive species

are everywhere. They even

besieged our own capital.

As hard as we try,

we can’t magically turn

all wrongs into rights.

~

The best they can do

is convince us that are right

are too wrong to be preserved.

Cerulean skies,

so blindingly electric…

I think I’ll go back to bed.

~

Cerulean skies,

blinding sun, or shifting gray

clouds – any excuse will do.

The days sail by but,

having missed the boat, we stand

on shore lost at sea.

~

But if we remain

on the docks, our hats in hand,

our journey makes no progress.

Have we had enough

accepting just good enough

when we never get enough?

~

Is enough ever

really enough for any

dissatisfied soul?

The Anything Goes

As Long As It’s Ours party’s

leader aptly sells sneakers.

~

Guess that old soft shoe

isn’t slaying in the plains

as it had in yesteryears.

That was the brightest

day of forecast winter storm

of this young millenium.

~

Our days grew brighter

when that forecasted storm failed

to come storming in.

Watching the birds peck

at the seed til the rail’s cleared

enchants the two indoor cats.

~

Aren’t we all enthralled,

just like those enchanted cats,

by what’s always out of reach.

Sometimes it’s the small

little things that make the big

differences and the most noise.

~

The huge, silent things

that go unnoticed also

make huge differences.

Slowly we tiptoe

through the house not wanting to

awaken sleeping cats.

~

An empty nest

allows parents to run free

from disturbing anyone.

Images run free

dancing to unknown rhythms

at the verge of consciousness

~

Escaping reason,

images can dance to their

own beat, take us to new lands.

In so many ways

our pets bring comfort and play

each and every day.

~

Their playful antics,

when they’re not an annoyance,

are indeed, comforting joys.

Disquiet, unease

rises inexorably

from an ill-considered choice

~

If only we’d felt

uneasy earlier, we

might have made a different choice.

Why do we expect

things to be different when we

do nothing to change?

~

We pray that someone

more competent than ourselves

will act in our stead!

Philosophy is

a walk on slippery rocks

where nothingness is at stake

~

At least nothing is

something even in the field

of philosophy.

A brief moment of

connection can carry us

through a stressful day.

~

Like raindrops in drought

even brief drips can yield blooms

though they may not slake the thirst

Setting sun shines sharp

between tall seaside towers

illuminating whitecaps.

~

Inland sunlight slides

over hills and trees and comes

to rest upon the still pond.

Sometimes when looking

at the past, we see things we

miss in the present.

~

Down memory lane,

wretched truths come crystal clear.

We wonder how we missed them.

Planning is the bane

of this procrastinator,

drawn to crisis management.

~

Crisis management

requires immediate

focus in a condensed way.

Little by little

the day goes by without our

help along the way.

~

As passengers, we

are often discontented,

determined to take the wheel.

Branches wave hello

to the rising sun, goodbye

to descending moon.

~

Rising sun smiles

brightly on waving branches

as sleepy moon slips away.

Leaving thoughts unpenned

can create great frustration

when the time for writing comes.

~

Without either time

or the means, many a good

idea just slips away.

Our dreams let us know

what is stirring down below

asking for some attention.

~

Whispers from the deep

often contain messages

lost amid surface chatter.