Don’t tell me the moon is shining; show me the glint of light on broken glass. ~ Anton Chekhov April is National Poetry Month, so it seemed fitting… When God made a woman He portioned Adam’s rib But when He made a mother He formed her from shattered stone And thread In the forge of … More Four
Winter collapses Sun sinks into horizon near nine Perennials emerging from rest, rain washing sleep from their eyes Hope Awakens in me . Bleakness crumbles Sun births from horizon near six Leaves emerging from darkness, light drawing life from their veins Hope Awakens in me . And yet even in Springtime the wind bites the … More The Last Mile is Always the Hardest
You dart past with flash of Gilded wing I watch you set on weakened stem like an Aurelian acrobat on a swaying trapeze You hold fast to your perch Nimbly reaching for seeds born of stooped sunflower Your partner alights Less brilliant in hue but equally agile You call She echoes Halcyon voices sounding over … More Goldfinch in September
She waxes fire and fury Violent in temperament Savage hail and wilder winds Hurling arrows of searing rage across Blackened skies She settles broad and brimming Verdant to even shadowland Colour seeping from field and flower Drifting feathers of cirrus bliss through Cerulean vault She wanes tattered, threadbare Humble in submission A final feast for … More Eulogy
I had my hair trimmed yesterday The ends had split, begun to fray But strangely I observed a blip While brushing out from root to tip Sprouting proudly from my part New silver threads, like abstract art Waving wildly from the crown Gleaming ‘midst the sea of brown Such boldness … More 47 Ag 107.868 (Silver)
Snow brush flattened like a sorry toothbrush Even fruitcake left from Christmas sours Sweaters saggy, pilled and worn from usage Wintertime procrastinates Separated mittens long forgotten Snow is foul and dreary; still it falls Naked tree so eager for its garment Malignant hypothermia April 13, 2018
O March, Thou art contrary. Once temperate, twice tempestuous Like Janus, two-faced. Muster thy bluster if thou must, But gift an hour of cerulean calm And I absolve thine inconsistent carriage.
I’ve been thinking about the wind today. Look it up in a thesaurus and you’ll find at least a dozen alternatives, ranging from zephyr to tempest, and every air speed in between. We’ve had an abundance lately – of the wild and gale-force variety – and while living in a landscape littered with wind turbines … More WIND
Wind and Bone 