Even the smallest

act of kindness can bring big

changes to a person’s day.

~

Every kind action

serves as gentle reminder

of the kindred we all share.

Backing off slowly,

the deer change course, having seen

Knox meandering near by.

~

Changing course is wise

when slavering hounds abound,

even if, without menace.

Cabin fever springs

to a blazing inferno

from the depths of winter snows.

~

But a cold welcome

awaits us when we open

a door. We quickly retreat.

A prerequisite

for being a member of

Team Trump? Immorality.

~

Immortality

Wouldn’t grant sufficient time

to begin an atonement!

When the pot boils,

shall we add the tea and steep,

or turn up the heat and fry?

~

Untended pots can

boil over and leave us

with a great big mess.

Will this snow never

be gone?It’s stayed much too long.

It’s past time to melt away.

~

Alas, we shall miss it,

once its shimmering whiteness

is trod to muddy morass.

In the scant instant

between standing and sprawling

there’s not time to fear impact.

~

When change happens fast,

it takes a while before

feelings come and numbness leaves.

Beauty and peril

vie for our attention on

this snow covered day.

~

As in politics,

todays beauty turns to slush

and peril fades over time.

Dull grey cloudcover

Offers other dark portents;

bright white cover yet to come.

~

Beneath that whiteness

black ice may reside. Caution’s

the word for the day.

When wit is joined with

wisdom, and boring tasks with

fun, I know you’re here, my son.

~

Your boy ain’t all that!

He’s just a guy with values,

inclined to mirth, not dour.

New undertakings

often cause anxiety

until they become routine.

~

Our hearts beat faster

in anticipation of

what the new might bring.

Snow covered branches

reach for the sky as the sun

paints them with a golden brush.

~

A coating of snow

makes of the gloomy forest

a marzipan wonderland.

Samite blankets lay

soft upon the village green,

to be, too soon, trod to mud.

~

Flickering lights cause

some fear. Let’s gather blankets

of another kind.

We all hunker down

waiting to see if the snow,

loudly forecasted, arrives.

~

Something will arrive

and it will be unpleasant.

Thus, it’s wise to hunker down.

His crippled ego,

surrounded by enemies,

imagines some of them, friends.

~

Imagination

is what he’s got left after

his numerous betrayals.

The big explorer

finally returned home, his paws

decided to take a pause.

~

The mud-pack, I’m sure,

and pumicing from the road,

were adequate pedicure.

Soaking in silence

Drifting in my self warmed bed

Avoiding duty’s summons

~

Sometimes our bodies

summons us to abandon

duty and just get some rest.

A new year begins.

We can decide to do what

we can or simply go hide.

~

Running doesn’t help.

Hiding is impossible.

All that remains is to fight.

Sudden surprises,

rarely welcomed with relish,

open the door to progress.

~

But they sometimes slam

one door firmly shut before

they open others.

Some things, like healing,

can’t be rushed, but they can be

slowly helped along.

~

Careful attention

and diligent adherence

to self care is all it takes.

Radial colors

swirl round every spot of light

when the coughing spasms pass.

~

Those coughing spasms

are no fun, but they did bring

color into a gray day.

A relaxing week

with family at the beach, but

Knox and the cats were not pleased.

~

Communication

of canine and feline pique

is often found in one’s shoes.

Check-out approaches

with such an unseemly haste,

can they be shocked we dawdle?

~

Our super power

is dawdling, but some folks

think we just checked out.

Twas the day after

Christmas and all through the house

what was stirring? Just the mouse.

~

People all prostrate

linger indolent abed

thoughts inchoate swirl in their heads.

How far from the grid

do we have to get before

even Santa can’t find us?

~

Santa delivered

the gift you sought. Seagulls filled

our stockings instead.

Help! Even though I’ve

said hello, the ocean keeps

on waving at me.

~

Beckoning you come,

play among the foamy Sprites,

disregarding floating ice.

Just imagine Knox

bounding up and down the strand

chasing after those Seagulls!

~

All the while he

would probably be barking,

begging for some wings.

Beaches in winter

sing to a smaller group of

folks, but still they sing.

~

Seas are hard to beat

for providing an expanse

in which to contemplate and breathe.