Tiny bits of sun

have fallen upon our lawn

and put down their roots.

~

From those tiny roots,

with the help of some rainfall,

glorious gardens will grow.

Saturday sometimes

murders my motivation,

instigating indolence.

~

Sometimes we all need

a chance to let effort die

and indolence come alive.

Before I even

walk through the door, the dogs start

barking their welcome.

~

Their barking begins

before you exit the car!

Connoisseurs of gravel crunch.

When the door slams shut,

will you regret words exchanged

or will you seethe in fury?

~

On both sides of slammed

doors are hearts and minds that can

choose to open or stay closed.

What story are you

telling yourself today? Are

you open to revision?

~

Every day, a tale,

scripted by unchecked ego

unhampered by editor.

From these wind-blown trees

many leafy leprechauns

lay insensate on the lawn.

~

Trees and leaves wanted

to honor Saint Patrick in

the only way they knew how.

As prepared as we

can be for a storm we hope

we will never see.

~

Storms. They come and go.

Even if we are ready,

we’ll have messes when they’re gone.

When you look within

our bellicose leadership,

you will find no substance there.

~

Hollowness of heart

and hollowness of mind is

their true hallmark.

It seems we’re always

on the lookout, but fail to

look after ourselves.

~

Outward vigilance

consumes all our hearts and minds.

No time for introspection.

The unscrupulous

count on people’s confusion

to take them to the cleaners.

~

Once they get them there,

they take them for all they’ve got

and smile all the while.

The weather must be

getting its instructions from

contradictory sources.

~

Fake news! All fake news!

This weather- It is perfect.

I make the best weather. Great!

Where did winter go

and why did spring not follow

before this summer weather?

~

Just wait. The forecast

predicts winter’s quick return

in a single afternoon.

Full moon admires

its reflection in the pond

as the owls keep asking, “Who?”.

~

Narcissus above

enthralled by the reflection

ignores owls poignant question.

Bathing in ill grace

leaves a soul in ill humor.

Killjoys ruin all the fun.

~

Let’s bathe in light

and cherish moments of joy

no matter how small.

Round and round we go

as our president spins tales

of all the wars he has stopped.

~

Pay no attention

to that war around the world

behind delusions curtain.

Some apologies

for insensitive remark

just drive the foot in deeper.

~

Some apologies

for war strikes on your neighbors

just drive the foot in deeper.

A new home for Noem

and many of us can’t wait

for her to move on…

~

The devil you know,

although reprehensible,

may outshine the next demon.

Aging has stripped me

bare of all remaining shreds

of my, once cool, tolerance.

~

Tolerance seems to

ebb and flow as I balance

on the surf board of aging.

Leadership doesn’t

have to be loud, a fact which

certain folks in power miss.

~

Bellicose leaders

fail to grasp the core tenet

behind Teddy R’s doctrine.

For ninety-five years

our nation has tried to sing

the un-singable anthem!

~

That Francis Scott Key

composed a song which

can only be sung off key.

February’s funk

has passed. Wonder what March will

feel compelled to add.

~

Musky March odors,

redolent of rotting leaves,

may be masked by floral notes.

Another Sunday;

rather like the one before

but for this undeclared war.

~

On this day of rest

there’s unrest as old men send

the young to fight their battles.

As February

slips away, who knows what will

come marching along?

~

Likely armies will

go marching off to battle

distracting some from folk’s polls.

Can justice Survive

when the crook’s behind the wheel

of the national SWAT van?

~

That crook is headed

for a crash.The question is

who will take the wheel.

Before we gulp down

another bite, let’s pause, wait,

and savor what we’ve eaten.

~

Appreciation

and a heart-felt gratitude

undermine modern ennui.

Thought turn toward spring

drawing bodies to the yard

pruning brambles between snows.

~

Heart lightens as sun

brings both warmth and light and small

hints of spring appear.

Tonight I’ll listen

to classical music as

Trumpy sings his same old song.

~

The single time one

solo Trumpet stirs my soul

is playing Taps as graveside.

As we’ve often seen

some leaders are no more than

thugs under color of law.

~

With mouths full of lies

and hands full of bribes they make

their way to the top.

The once frozen pond

has now thawed and ripples with

pleasure in the warm sunlight.

~

Just in time it seems

for another snowy mess

to grace its rippled surface.