Señor Quixote

tilts imagined enemies

that threaten his delusions.

~

His bone spurs led him

to mount a dark horse to make

him feel great again.

It’s obvious that

Trump does not toil, but he

certainly knows how to spin.

~

Since he spins faster

than any whirling dervish,

maybe he’ll deport himself?

Questing for insight

into the nature of life

leaves one feeling exhausted.

~

The nature of life

for humans allows them to

ponder such questions.

The older I get,

the more walking truly is

a balancing act.

~

And like acrobats

frolicking along tightropes,

great are a fall’s consequence.

When the light’s blinding

and the scratch of pen’s a shriek

perhaps it’s wise not to write.

~

What we know and what

we do sometimes collide and

it’s a toss-up which abides.

Defying the cold

and gloom, our Christmas cactus

gives a loud, pink shout.

~

Ours still languishes

in the drab olive doldrums,

unwilling, yet, to flourish.

Has there ever been

any Presidential tail

with near as much dog to wag?

~

As his bark began

to fail, he went whole hog

and began to wag the dog.

We shiver, not from

the winter’s cold, but from his

self-centered and heartless words.

~

Who would have believed

Archie Bunker’s hollow hate

would have the bully pulpit?

Sun implies a warmth

belied quickly by the wind

biting bitter from the north..

~

Sun‘s implicated

in providing some relief

from wind’s bitter bite.

Sitting here waiting

for inspiration to come,

but there’s been a slight delay.

~

Muses rarely come

to any one location.

Better to go seek them out.

Yet one stubborn patch

still remains, tenaciously,

when the rest, to melt, succumbs.

~

Some patches can show

a cold shoulder to the sun

though others melt in his gaze.

The magic has gone

into hiding waiting for

the next snowfall to appear.

~

Magic yet lingers,

merely having retreated

into the warming soil.

Monday… Saturday;

makes no difference, either way,

to those old, retired men.

~

All days seemed alike

until the snow left its mark

making it clear they could fall.

This blanket’s not warm,

probably because it’s made

mostly of packed snow and ice.

~

Neither is it dark

and conducive of resting;

begging us to go and play.

Again with the snow?

This time falling in daylight;

so no surprise on waking.

~

The surprise was how

much and how long the snow fell.

Just glad we didn’t fall too.

Nighttime visitor

went through our trash, frantically

searching for a midnight snack.

~

Meanwhile his bud

became a nationwide meme

searching for a midnight nip!

Savor the silence

and simple soft susurrus

of that shawl of falling snow.

~

I wrapped myself in

silence and in no time I

found myself at peace.

On snow covered ground

creatures leave traces

of their comings and goings.

~

Meanwhile above

defying gravity’s pull

snow clings to bark, limb and branch.

Out of his mouth pour

words that make no sense and have

zero relevance.

~

Sounds like word salad.

Oh well… add it to the long

list of diagnostic traits

Why bother with words

when it’s clear they must think they

only make verse worse?

~

Our verse could be wurst

if we wrote our wurst verse

in a noise Biergarten!

December’s arrived

with its usual blend of

hellos and goodbyes.

~

Standing on the brink,

always overseeing change,

could it ever not be such?