Someday we may plumb

Suffering’s abyssal depths

And waken Leviathan

~

Compassion can ease

the world’s suffering without

awaking Leviathan.

As we drove past them

the white dogwoods waved and gave

us a standing ovation.

~

And is it not, thus

due us, in our station as,

Masters of all we survey?

Like long parted Larks

gathered again together,

splendidly they sang.

~

What a joy to hear

again the music they once

made with each other.

Motherly advice –

today is your wife’s birthday.

Take her on a fun-filled date.

~

If there’s any time

After her class reunion

I will gladly heed your advice.

A lucid moment

skitters past and disappears

Into the mounting clutter.

~

Got lost in daily

clutter and thus lost a chance

to write a lucid response.

I’ll never tire

of the youthful leaves of Spring

and the renewal they bring.

~

Warm sun on cool skin

is the way days should begin

not, just yet, summer’s fire.

Writing poetry

demands more observation

but less discipline than prose.

~

Writing requires

devotion amidst a whole

world of commotion.

Small quivering in

tall grass and soon a small bird

emerges, seed in his beak.

~

Like that little bird

rejoicing in his morsel,

we too, rejoice in small scenes.

Spring arrives at last.

In fields, a frost of flowers

echo there the winter past.

~

Birds and butterflies

fan the air as deer forage

and squirrels dash from here to there

Dogwoods don their white

spring outfits and greet us with

a flowery song.

~

Dogwoods hit high notes,

leaving those poor tulips to

cover all the baritones.

After the Vet day,

with all the ensuing pain,

no dog wants to walk in rain.

~

Knox takes a dim view

of rain walks whether he’s been

to the vet or not.

Everywhere you look

bushes, bulbs, and trees burst forth

with colorful things to say.

~

They speak a language,

vibrant and multi-chrome, a

seasonal synesthesia.

And the show went on,

with seasonal allergies,

wardrobe malfunctions, and all.

~

When things go awry,

determination joined with

creativity saves the day.

How many Trump fans

does it take to change a light

bulb? None. They prefer darkness.

~

Everybody knows

people who resist all change,

since it requires action.

Tulip buds open

as daffodils slowly fade.

Soon there will be irises.

~

A many colored

parade marches us slowly

and surely into summer.

Preparing taxes

is taxing especially

when you see where money went.

~

Why must we balance

our books and pay our taxes

when government figures pass?

A weathered old boat

frozen atop earthen waves

just more cut-over flotsam

~

Many times we feel

like a boat out of water

longing to float home.

No high winds or rain

today. Just warmth and sunshine

comes our way…whoops… April fools!

~

It’s sunny and warm

up in Springfield Virginia-

perhaps a road-trip today?

As you may recall,

I had life’s every answer,

in the seventh grade.

~

Just wondering if

those seventh grade answers have

withstood the hard test of time?

Be on the lookout

for two wandering poets

lost in the maze of their days.

~

Poets have been found;

wandering the labyrinth

in their convoluted minds.

My son never met

a big or obscure word he

didn’t like. My vocab grows.

~

Some seek precision

in lexical endeavors

purely for linguistic’s sake.

🤷‍♂️

Misery Defined:

working inside on taxes

when outside it is sublime.

~

Some say Diligence

is its own reward, but some

know that’s all just poppycock.

So, she wants control.

I guess she does not yet know

control is an illusion.

~

But loss of control

is no illusion as so

many of us know.

Before mowers come

daffodils fill medians

and brighten our way.

~

After we have gone

and our works have turned to dust

they’ll remain our requiem

Pondering the plan,

of dinner preparation

propagates dyspepsia.

~

That merely means we

must venture forth and mull meal

menus from fun restaurants.

March has been full of

weather teases and lies. Hope

April doesn’t follow suit.

~

April, they all say,

will just bring frequent showers

wetting the ground for clothing May

That bull terrier-

strangers do not know his bark

is far worse than his kisses.

~

And because of that

I am protected and quite

grateful when strangers arrive.

It seems some budding

leaves turn red with anger when

Spring weather turns icy cold.

~

That burning fury

may yield just the little heat

they need for their survival.

Slept the clock around

for the first time in decades

yet, somehow, don’t feel refreshed.

~

When sleep fails to bring

refreshment, we might ask what

it is that needs refreshing.

Arose before four,

before the sun even thought

of rising…oh well.

~

A rose, before four,

is, almost, a teatime rose.

It just needs caffeine to bloom.