Premature warnings

that sad news is forthcoming

cruelly fosters foreboding.

~

Though well-intentioned

such warnings prolong, rather

than soften the pain.

Late evening diners

land on the feeder and are

aggrieved that nothing is there.

~

Bolder rodentia

knock and demand sustenance

when feed’s in absentia.

Why all the hurry?

I, for one, am in no rush

to expedite my exit.

~

Unfortunately,

we’re aptly designated

members of the human race.

Seems I’ve been drafted

again. Sometimes the clock moves

faster than the pen.

~

Those blasted clocks spin

faster as the years go by…

soon they’ll pass politicians.

That green leaf let go

and fell. Was it trying to

be a pioneer?

~

Despairers in Spring

are regarded with pathos,

not lost in rustling Fall.

There is naught like pain

to bring all into focus;

everything in sharp relief.

~

Sometimes pain narrows

our focus and everything

we see we see though that lens.

We ended the day

with a steam bath, compliments

of warm earth and rain.

~

When the Monsoons come

neither compliment or curse

will impact the outcomes much.

I remembered him,

my namesake and my mentor,

opening that old soap dish…

~

I remember him

too, your namesake and mentor,

an expert at whitewashing.

I guess if you’d been

asleep for seventeen years,

you’d have a lot to say too.

~

Seems that Snow White

may have been an outlier;

she was sure no chatterbox.

Why are some afraid

to acknowledge history?

Doing so affirms no guilt.

~

They might think that what

they don’t know can’t hurt them, but

that’s where they’d go wrong.