Endless fertile fields

upon which to stake a claim,

but where to sink the auger.

~

Be sure you avoid

fields you find boring even

though others find them fertile.

To carry or not

to carry an umbrella …

that was yesterday’s question.

~

Yesterday’s rainfall

would likely have exceeded

any umbrella’s limits.

Rising and shining

is considered virtuous.

Is this just propaganda?

~

Sinking and dimming

aren’t considered virtuous,

but appeal to the weary.

Pollen covered pond

lies still, waiting for the rain

to wash its troubles away.

~

Careless are the trees,

scattering widely their seed,

hoping to impregnate fish?

Why are invasive

flowers all so beautiful

and equally reviled?

~

It could be said that

we’ve gotten it wrong and that

we are the real invaders.

A small, dark creature

scampered across the yard. I

was relieved it had no stripes.

~

I enjoy it when

small darknesses come calling;

the great dark blobs-not so much.

Dear, I hope you know

family stories poking fun

all translate to “I Love You”.

~

When we count the ways

family members show their love,

some add while others subtract.

Knox stands in the sun,

inviting the squirrels to come

for a morning run.

~

Squirrels stand on branches

mocking Knox out in the sun

waiting for him to go in.

If I am not free

to disagree civilly,

can I be called truly free?

~

Is it the land of

the free when peaceful protests

and selected books are banned?

When will we ever

learn that enough is really

and truly enough?

~

Enough is enough?

Egregious quitter talk

To the mass consumptionists!

Does the fact we can

contemplate God’s existence

imply we Do have free will?

~

The fact that we can

affirm, deny, or ignore

suggests that we do.

Watching my green lawn

slowly fill with yellow blooms

won’t endear me to neighbors.

~

All yellow blossoms

are not, by nature, evil,

Unless you’re a greenskeeper.

Is humanity,

I fervently hope and pray,

more than just taxonomy?

~

We can only hope

humanity will become

defined by its humaneness.

I don’t know if those

two woodpeckers thought they could

bring down that tree but they tried.

~

Woodpeckers prefer

their trees to remain upright.

That way, their snacks are cleaner.

Why won’t current flow

Through my tractor as it should

Instead of through my ankle?

~

Could the current be

telling you that you’re the one

that needs to get up and go?

Yellow butterfly

flits about in morning light,

glad the rain has stopped.

~

Our Irish kin say

it is a departed soul

peaceful in the afterlife.

Earth Day came and went

And I didn’t mow the lawn

or at least not all of it.

~

I’m sure the birds sang

with joy not to have to

compete with that lawn mower.

The sun failed to bless

us with golden light on this

gloomy Sunday morn.

~

Overcast brings joy

Of another caliber

to life’s peaceful arsenal

Old Albert Hofmann,

the day after biking high,

pressed onward in his research.

~

He had hopes that through

LSD we’d come to see

nature and ourselves deeply.

Hoping to find some

magic, they traveled the world.

All the time, it was at home.

~

Using arcane keys

found on various journeys

opened hidden doors to them.

When linemen gather

Discussing state of the art

Sparks are sure to fly

–

When poets gather

the sparks they strike create rhymes

in search of created verse.

The road was lined with

buttercups bringing color

to an otherwise gray day.

~

Though the grey highway

winds its way into the gloom

buttercups gild its passage.

Somewhere in between

My idea and your reading

A poem is born

~

And even if not

one person reads it, it’s here

alive and waiting.

Knox briefly paused, then

quickly chased that retreating

fox, inviting him to play.

~

As the quick brown fox,

spying a quite spry young pup,

chose to quickly quit the field.

As days grow longer,

instead of dancing all night,

why choose an early bedtime.?

~

Choices increase as

options expand. How will we

spend this increase in daylight?

They dine together,

those two cardinals, but take

time for a beak to beak kiss.

~

Those beaky smoochers

need to be together more

to curtail public displays!

Awash in numbers

Eyes pulsating with fatigue

Just take the money, I beg!

~

All our resources

are taxed by April fifteenth

each and every year.

Before the sun’s up

they are, these cats, dogs, and birds,

telling us to rise and shine.

~

Choose not to succumb

no matter how insistent

their demanding seems

Must poetry be

analyzed and sterilized

in professorial form?

~

Not unless you want

poetry to slowly be

stripped of its vitality.

Eclipse was eclipsed

by Knox’s discovery

of nearby squirrels and sticks.

~

Nature in all forms,

From eclipses to lichens,

deserves our rapt attention.