As long delayed rain

at last fall on drought cracked ground,

will Justice thus quench our thirst?

~

May justice rain on

the long drought of honor brought

by Trump and cohorts.

Sky teases land with

suggestions of rain. So far

today it’s only a tease.

~

What’s a tease right here

may be no joke over there.

Such are weather’s vagaries.

Uninspired prints

decorating textured walls…

guess who’s on the road again.

~

As you drive, nature’s

varied display helps balance

the boring motel decor.

I guess negative

attention trumps none at all

for some needy folks.

~

All press is good press

to a fractured child’s soul

desperate for parental love.

Lazy turning fans

on a faded haint-blue porch,

old rocking chairs, ice cold tea.

~

After journeying –

a chance to sit at home. rock

gently and relax.

Knox gently reminds

me that the day goes better

if he gets his walk.

~

There are many tasks

that facilitate the day;

poetry is not the least.

So many requests –

it’s hard to keep track of them.

They just slip on by.

~

Obligations can

sometimes be in hard conflict

with our burning desires.

Trying to compose

a poem while the cat

paws the hand that holds the pen.

~

Pawing at the pen

may be annoying, but is

a step in evolution.

I decided to

walk and read the land and sky.

I’ll read the paper later.

~

This cool morning breeze

takes supremacy before

all that news unfit for print.

Last minute changes

in plans thought well established

seem to be my lot in life.

~

You know what they say:

if you want to make God laugh

just tell God your plans.

Another tree falls

and the birds, squirrels, and I grieve

its most untimely demise.

~

There is hope for trees,

being cut down, they re-sprout,

but man giveth up the ghost.

Where there’s smoke, they say,

that is where the fire is…

maybe our house is burning?

~

Even when the place

is going up in flames, some

call fire departments “woke”.

In a court of law

perhaps America will

right itself again.

~

Can a court of law

reestablish the Justice

we freely voted away?

In this August still

stifling humidity

haste is out of the question

~

Unless you want to

sweat buckets or turn into

a watering can, slow down.

Among the shadows

and the light, hummingbirds sip

the nectar that’s flowers’ gift.

~

Hummingbirds never

alight except in shadow;

sipping nectar on the wing.

Male companionship

can be truly possible

if we bury politics.

~

That must be why male

companionship is really

in such short supply.

Seldom do we speak

of the small satisfactions

sprinkled through our days.

~

They are often lost

in the over-washing rush

of the tide of daily life.

All men of honor

understand they’re duty bound

to those who place trust in them.

~

Self-aggrandizement

trumps trustworthiness in one

former president we know.

Can’t stay with dark thoughts

when a double rainbow bids

me to take another look.

~

Not EVERY Rainbow

instills joy in everyone…

I mean…Trump detests Randy…

Speaking of stiff joints,

how much of an agony

must knees be until we heed?

~

Pain definitely

calls us to take heed or it

will just get more insistent.

Even with stiff joints

the sight of the rising sun

makes me want to dance.

~

I guess that’s O.K…

but no “Jitterbug” for you;

your dance is “The Robot” now.

Why not double down?

If they dare to call your bluff,

you can cry persecution!

~

Donald Double Down

is set to take a tumble

so he creates a rumble.

Watching butterflies

can lead us to sweetness if

we will take the time.

~

Their ephemeral

dancing carefree lifestyle

appeals to work-weary souls.

Again on the road,

feasting eyes on strangenesses,

exotic and historic.

~

Without leaving home

you could see history-making

strangeness on tv.

An unexpected

coolness on an August day –

a gift joyfully received.

~

The flowers embraced

the gentle rain as the trees

swayed in approval.

I missed the forest

while visiting the prairie…

now I long for swaying grass.

~

Honoring both what

we once had and what we have

now – a clue to contentment.

We can spend so much

time visiting yesterday

we don’t have time for today.

~

Likewise we can rush

from one moment to the next

never pausing to reflect.

Sunday stillness slides

gently inside and softly

rests for a moment.

~

And in that stillness,

my fellow poet resides,

wordless and at rest.

On a hot summer

evening, counting fireflies

cooled rising tempers.

~

Cool summer mornings

ease any lingering heat

fireflies did not suppress.

Unceasing motion

is never sustainable:

just ask all my aching joints.

~

There’s always a price

to pay for too much of what

would otherwise be quite good.