Dogwoods and Sweet Haw

illuminate the woodlands

with startling dappled white.

~

Our eyes widen in

gratitude for them and all

the wonders of Spring.

Tiny flowers shine

in the sun, having

defied the first lawn mowing.

~

No kings to foil;

so potentilla settles

for confounding lawn mowers.

Poetry captures

all those things that pictures can’t

in less than a thousand words.

~

Photographers might

say that pictures are a form

of visual poetry.

Regarding flora,

Japanese Wisteria

in Bamboo screams invasive!

~

That’s double trouble

for sure, but why must they look

so good together?

It won’t be long til

the heat we longed for becomes

more than we asked for.

~

Perceptions of heat,

much like perceptions of cold,

are largely state dependent.

Startling fuchsia

Redbuds, contrasting sharply

beside chartreuse new spring leaves.

~

There’s a place for each

and each is distinctly its

quite colorful self.

If I could, I would

get off this rollercoaster

and drift on calm seas.

~

Do you crave demise?

This ride doesn’t stop until

entropy takes you!

Walking in the woods

on this balmy spring evening,

saddened by scattered debris.

~

Nature’s loveliness

marred by human carelessness –

a sad reminder…

Watching my dog sniff

the air and ground with eager

curiosity, I grin.

~

My grin is somewhat

bittersweet, given recent

inevitabilities.

Time and distraction

can give us the distance

to see more clearly.

~

Everyone needs space

to find a clear perspective

amidst such obfuscation

I know; change is hard,

but there’s one old blogging dog

that taught this pup some new tricks!

~

This old blogging dog

was forced to learn new tricks

by an upstart pup.

Who knows what we’ll find

if we open our eyes and

set all assumptions aside?

~

Let’s assume WordPress

makes changes not just on whim

and embrace block editing.

Just like pulling teeth,

these needlessly dramatic,

circular conversations.

~

A drama a day

keeps facing unpleasant truths

at bay where it’s hoped they’ll stay.

Even though the truth

stares us in the face, we’ve learned

to rely on lies.

~

Truth’s hard to swallow

while lies slide down real easy

when you only talk the talk.

Here at the Drive-in,

yes, promise, they still exist,

watching vintage commercials!

~

This vintage mother

sits at home viewing Netflix,

no commercials, on tv.

A brief time away

can alter your perspective

And recharge your very soul.

~

When we leave behind

our familiar daily cares,

we often regenerate.

They gained the whole world

but did they also lose their

souls in the process?

~

From my perspective,

that seems like the deal they made.

Guess we’ll see how they profit.

Here we go again,

collecting numerous likes

on another empty page!

~

Wordless poems must

be all the rage and no work

is needed. You can’t beat that.

A Virginia spring

has a magic all its own –

medicine for tired souls

~

Now that spring has sprung,

Cicadas will soon emerge,

making us long for winter.

Velvety velour

somehow seems sandpapery

because of one bit of grit.

~

No matter how hard

we try, the grit seizes our

attention and won’t let go.

A tangerine sky-

promise of a juicy end

to a busy day?

~

Going farther west

that tangerine looks peachy

and rather more sfumato.

Beneath this downpour,

those dejected daffodils

hang their heads and cry

~

The morning brought change,

but to their dismay, what came

was not sun, but snow.

When racing against

clocks, it’s hard to make the time

to track each fleeting moment.

~

Racing against time

hardly seems worth the effort

since it has such a head start.

Active deception

builds a climate of mistrust

regardless of intentions.

~

It’s especially

hard to trust the sunniest

forecasts in such a climate.

Going somewhere slow

sure beats going nowhere fast

unless speed is all that counts.

~

Fools always rush in

where Angels are reluctant

to fly supersonicly.

Fairy lights dancing

in hues of purple and blue

through the distant misty woods.

~

You will trip the light

fantastic if you decide

to dance among them.

Often when we go

on a quest, we find something

much different than what we sought.

~

There’s no pot of gold

lurking rear the rainbow’s end,

but magic’s found in searching.