Tuesday, November 28, 2023

Milton Road Poem

attention drifts to a barren tree
...that's a big bird
an owl, a hawk, a  raven?


the head is blended invisible
into the grey November sky

a bald eagle
scanning for rabbits
along the cold creek banks

Sunday, November 19, 2023

the season

macabre pumpkins melt
rotten orange goo 
between deck cracks

snow skiffs swirl
blowing a pinless poppy
into the ditch

newly unboxed lights
LED brightness beams
sparkle over new snow

Sunday, October 29, 2023

fragments from the road

rearview make-up applied
gas pedal pressed to make up last time
stop signs rolled and full out blown

Lexus bumper suspended
with shredding duct tape
bent plastic fenders line the ditch

"kids" laying rubber out by the lake
Coors can rolling on the shoulder
beside the new black stripes

Friday, October 27, 2023

El Día de Muertos

a little wall hung shrine
golden framed photo
of a tiny one
born with a broken heart
ceramic knick-knack 
kept on display
for 45 years
cross stitched art
dates of birth and death
not a mote of dust

today - this 
el Día de Muertos
a new candle is lit

Wednesday, October 25, 2023

forest edge poem

bits of wood flying
from a dead tree hole

red squirrel
a porcupine?

masked face looks out
surveys the forest edge
curls back inside 

a long ringed tales
blows in the breeze

Thursday, October 19, 2023

the fence

a few holes
here and there
rotted out cross beam
about to fall
whole section sagging
posts leaning
into the yard

tired monk approaches
tool belt over robes
boxes of nails, and deck screws
sawdust in sunlight
fresh new wood
(donated at that!)
fixed straight and true

the gate is rehung
latched up tight

Thursday, October 12, 2023

and that's right


When you've got so much to say it's called gratitudeAnd that's right...

collected compiled
in a new leather journal
before one drifts to sleep
thinking back 
over precious moments
a smile
a laugh
a minute of peace, 
quiet solitude


spotted and appreciated
right in real time
and that's right