Monday, February 22, 2016

Snow Moon

Snow Moon

Fifties today,
rain by daybreak.
Unlike many,
I would welcome snow
and crisp biting cold
and wisps of cloud
across a sky
wrapped in stars,
winter clear.

In this year
of friend against friend
and bitter words,
the February thaw

There will be
more anger hurled
before dawn.

Tuesday, February 2, 2016

Dawn's Cute Cooties

Oh, beautiful Dawn.
Your cooties are beautiful, too.
Have you talked to them
and asked them
what they require?
A sonnet, a thought-provoking
read, a magic aria?
Do they revel in warmth
or especial coolness?
Do they respond to code
words, marking them off
as less tolerant?

Would they accept advice
from Facebook Friends
to find other cooties
and plan a cootie party
which would leave out
their host human?

Cooties: a word to the wise...!

Monday, January 18, 2016

The First Small Snow and Clouds

The First Small Snow and Clouds

Like sugar on crumb
or random fruit,
small snow marshmallows
short, brown grass
and wet green grass

You wouldn't think
that cold would abide
where there is no ice
and yet
the beads of melt
slick, then mesh
like spiders' homes

Across houses
just like each other
under snow clouds
that blanch them
into grey
more pleasant
than seventies

and bless them with


Monday, January 11, 2016

Sunset (Painting by Vladimir D. Orlovsky)

Sunset (Painting by Vladimir D. Orlovsky)

Unspeakable red
surrounded by green blue
purple clouds

They may blot out
but by that time winter
night will advance

and the grey beige
toward the back
will come shadow

on the vast
somber land
suggested and unshaped
by snow

Monday, January 4, 2016

Song for Winter

Song for Winter

I like
hard ground
just short of frost
grey-white-brown and solid
to push my storm jacketed
self through
the wind
and eyeball
completely bare
branches shearing
up to the sky

Way too spiky

to measure.