Whether in full leaf
or completely bare, a tree
is always truly itself.
~
Self-identity
comes from a solid rooting
for both people and for trees.
Whether in full leaf
or completely bare, a tree
is always truly itself.
~
Self-identity
comes from a solid rooting
for both people and for trees.
I devastate you!
And I devastate you back!
Did not! Did too! GROW UP, BOYS!
~
They have a chance to
show their friends how tough they are
and that’s all that counts.
Not to be outdone
by the weather, he chose to
really heat things up.
~
His birthday parade
was not adequate enough
to display his giant might.
Before you profess
your love to God, remember,
he sees how you treat his children.
~
Through everything we
say and do the breadth and depth
of our professed love is shown.
Bird feeder battle
between two squirrels – those guys
don’t know when enough’s enough.
~
Someone must believe
that some resource scarcity
mandates bellicosity.
Come on, crybabies!
Celebrating both
does not detract from either!
~
Or so you say, but
I want that spotlight to shine
only on myself.
Daisy glared at that
haughty group of Queen Anne’s lace:
“I’m not just a pretty face.”
~
Daisy’s got the hots
for that Bachelor’s buttons
turning Queen Anne’s lacy head.
A resounding thud
roused me from my rocking chair
to scold a masked invader.
~
He’s staking his claim
because from his point of view
the invader’s you.
After the downpour
came a gentle mist. Perhaps
the sun will follow.
~
Whether sun or no,
deer and rabbits venture forth
to feast upon rain soaked greens.
That Flag Day display
did nothing to inspire
any patriotic zeal.
~
It’s not through speeches
and parades but rather through
service that patriots shine.
It’s hard not to wish
it would rain on his parade
and mirror how wet he is.
~
Will he have the grace
to stand, out there, in the storm
honoring what they endure?
Friday the thirteenth
should invoke no less terror
than any day since winter.
~
But I became so
paralyzed, I could not take
my pen to paper.
He has never served
in the military, but
uses it to serve himself.
~
All the Noblesse,
he clings to, cloak and banner,
sans that troublesome oblige.
The first amendment
does not guarantee your right
to be shot on your way home.
~
No, that guarantee’s
from a misunderstanding
of the second amendment.
All along the way,
Knox stopped, but it certainly
was not to smell the roses.
~
What is in a nose?
That which you name “Rose”, dear mom,
doth never, swear, smell as sweet.
Some riddles can’t be
solved, but that has seldom stopped
us from giving them a try.
~
Plumbing unknown depths:
noble work for curious
scientists and theologues.
A few days of rest,
relaxation, and healing
is recharging energies.
~
Overwork and stress
can drain our batteries dry.
Routine maintenance can help.
On this sixth day of
this sixth month I hope something
magic will happen.
~
Like this “Lovers Spat”
blossoms from it’s little bud
into The War of the Roses?
Something’s in the wind!
Poems and text disappear;
vanished into the aether!
~
You know what they say:
out of sight, out of mind. Guess
everything’s been blown away.
Knox tried to take me
on a run this morning, but
I opted for a slow walk..
~
Perhaps a saddle
would meet both your and his needs?
Wouldn’t that be quite the sight?
Inevitably,
when I went to sell a home,
the market chose to soften.
~
Buy high, sell low seems
to be our family’s motto.
We’re every realtor’s dream.
An army of ants
parade around our trash cans
eager to be fed.
~
Chemical warfare
remains a ready option.
Some armies need no mercy.
Silly Tanagers
struggling to get inside
where not one thing meets their needs.
~
But they overheard
the squirrels saying the source of
tasty seeds could be found there.
It only takes one
cantankerous squirrel to
spoil their dining pleasure.
~
It only takes one
cantankerous narcissist
to wreck a once great nation.
Waiting in the rain
for the family to arrive
enjoying the quietude.
~
A quiet prelude
to coming cacophony –
a welcome first act.
Even in the rain
birds and squirrels approached, waiting
for the birdseed to be spread.
~
Some things just transcend
even the foulest weather,
like basic necessities.
Those astringent fumes,
“Icy Hot” and “Aspercream”,
serve old men as fine cologne.
~
Only the finest
of scents can alleviate
the pain of old men.
The wind’s whisperings
to the trees are overheard
by those nesting birds.
~
Also, far below,
timid mice go cavorting,
shielded by whispers above.
A Memorial
Day requires some respect
for those memorialized
~
His “bone spurs” kept him
from serving: an early sign
of his disrespect.
Swift is the small fox
running across the vast field
chased by barking dogs.
~
Swift, but wily too,
he’ll soon shift to shake the pack,
knowing what he’s driven toward.