I’ve  been told many

times that there are better ways

of doing things than mine, but…

~

Sometimes someone’s best

may contain hidden perils

for those following behind.

Good days and bad days,

seems to be the way of things.

Help me Zen my way past that!

~

You’ve taken your pen

and found the zen that took you

  to the laugh in you.

Our beliefs are made

manifest in our lives’  fruits.

Let’s cultivate compassion.

~

And in so doing,

prepare, for our progeny,

a most bountiful harvest.

When plans go awry,

do we wallow in sorrow

or do we go with the flow?

~

Sometimes one, sometimes

the other, depending on

frictions and other factors.

If it looks like Spring

and feels like Spring, does it mean

cold Winter has fled the scene?

~

After long winter,

any evidence of thaw

will be named a new springtime.

Oh! Anxiety!

An unexpected audit!

Strangers come to judge our worth!

~

Audits can’t measure

the worth of those giving deep

understanding and wise care.

When overwhelmed with

matters both large and small, where

do you find relief ?

~

Glorious sunsets

and radiant spring blossoms

provide helpful perspective.

Some chains are iron,

tangible signs of bondage;

some are hidden… yet stronger.

~

Links freely chosen 

 bind us together and form,

not bondage, but connection.

My goal for today

is to accomplish nothing,

but enjoy a lot.

~

Productivity

has it’s place but it’s no crime

to find joy in idle time.

What may this portend,

this living emerald mist,

hovering near forest floor?

~

Nature adds its green

voice to the rising chorus

chanting “Give life a chance.”

The early bird might

get the worm, but what if she

much prefers crickets?

~

Then she should cuddle

down in her well feathered nest

’til those lazy crickets rise.

Yesterday’s icy

whiteness yields, in rural fields,

today’s vernal green.

~

If only today’s

icy hearts would yield their cold,

 and allow new life to bloom.

Almost April – what

to my wondering eyes should

 appear? Snow but no reindeer.

~

Fleeting, like reindeer,

these soft spring snow showers are,

here today, gone tomorrow.

These once barren boughs

show faintest hints of color:

yellow-green, muted maroon.

~

Joining with sister

trees of pink and white, they let

us know Spring’s in sight.

Sometimes wouldn’t you

like to pause and push “reset”?

It is just a breath away.

~

Reseting machines

often solved many problems:

us poor humans- not so much.

As we grow older,

do we all lose our patience

for incessant yammering?

~

There are those who would

say this is true except when

yammering is done by you.

We who pride ourselves

on being open-minded,

sometimes close up shop.

~

Even hard working

illegal immigrants need

a day off from time to time.

Lost amid this mad

obfuscatory verbiage,

is there some dark agenda?

~

I’ve never heard of

a clear agenda hiding

in a dark pile of words.

I honor those teens

who walked out to remind us

not to fiddle while Rome burns.

~

While barbarians

within hinted at assaults

awaiting without the walls.

Why do I not fear

the growing youthful protests

the way my grandparents did?

~

Perhaps it’s because 

you saw your parents shake off

their parents’ limiting fear.

Can anything be

said for this season’s latest

whiteout cover-up?

~

Like most cover-ups,

they almost never survive

the brutal, stark, light of day.

This snowy sojourn

quickly nears its conclusion

but perhaps, not quick enough.

~

Your comment reveals

your age. Any kid knows snow

is better if it lingers.

What secrets do trees

share, whispering in the wind

as day turns to night?

~

They share the blessing

of the life giving sunlight

and bounty of this good earth.

Trekking over hills

and into darkened hollows,

what oddities might be found?

~

That same question might

be asked by those who tread through

darkened White House halls.

Oh no, they’ve forecast

snow. What a back and forth time

we are living in.

~

Inconsistency

has become, these days it seems,

America’s calling card.

Like some film noir

version of “Meet the Parents”;

Guess Who’s Coming to Dinner?

~

Try not to star in 

this particular film noir.

Swallow your words. Eat discreet.

There’s no escaping

family, no matter how far

you go. Thanks for being there.

~

That’s what family’s for;

being there, even from here,

a thousand miles away.

So much for planning!

We’re rolling with the punches;

unexpected snow showers.

~

All is not lost. You

and your camera will  capture

the unexpected.

So far what have you

learned from your joint venture to

the great state of Missouri?

~

Lightning in woodlands

and lightning on the prairies

are very different beasties.