Sunday, November 22, 2015

Last Night

By the bulging half moon's light
Orion hunted over my home
knowing full that I wished
for a dark and silent night.

But he was set on hunting
the double dozen turkeys who comb
our mown grass and forest edging
and perch on dark branches chatting.

Calling out to his buddy Mars
Orion stood outside my window
shouting their conquests from afar
waking me with all his bright stars.

Sunday, October 25, 2015

Wind Break

From child memory
I recognize
                   you standing distant at the edge
of the abandoned field
          tall
         lank
      parched
       ragged
one
     of many
scarecrows waging stillness
against the winds of winter
        once
     long ago
      planted
       or left
in solitude to stand
cold roots clamped to lichened walls

come spring
a few sparse sprigs of youth
may scarf your branches and
lend you the warmth of middle age
though
come spring
one nearby whose roots
you've entwined for fifty autumns
may yield to the dead silent snow.

Saturday, October 24, 2015

October

The flame of swamp maples
fallen
sizzles cold black
in the still water;
yellow embers cool
on the frost-tipped earth;
yet
high
on
one
lone
tree
a candle of leaves
flickers bright
fanned by the breath
of the autumn sun.

Friday, August 14, 2015

Late Summer

At the flashy red feeder brimming with a home-made brew,
tiny hummingbirds fight furiously for their sugar fix.
Lanky, great blue herons wade languidly
under shady shrubs overhanging the cloud-reflecting pond.
Two harriers, a nesting couple, thread their swoops
through branches thickly laden with greenery
and have culled both bunnies and chipmunks
from the neighborhood lawns.
Deer graze perilously close to the back-filled
edge of the hill where the weeds are a more delectable
spring-green, blanched by shadows.
And breaking evening's silence,
all night, every night.
turkeys perched in the pines call to each other,
unwilling to turn out the light
of summer's sultry moon.

Thursday, April 30, 2015

Yin Yang

balance
sound silence
words music
rest churn
work play
distance     compassion
wisdom    forgetfulness
selflessness   awareness
outreach       meditation
anger                  healing
dreaming          engaging
drifting                                settling
peacefulness                    anarchism
beginning                          ending
reflection




Wednesday, April 29, 2015

Lesson

Absent-mindedly
tried to pour
cold tea
into
a closed jar:
like a mind -
can't fill it
if its
shut.

Tuesday, April 28, 2015

Elegy

Alas!
My betta of hand-painted glass
has chosen to pass
over the Rainbow Bridge at last
joining my hapless pets of the past . . .
Alas!