Sunday, November 29, 2015

Winter Evening

Not even the bitter cold
would stop the dance
of the starlings.


The poem on the right is my own;  the song on the left is forced upon my children in school. Which will you teach your children?

Saturday, November 28, 2015


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After rain smell of mold 
the sky punctured with cries – 
ravens? crows? 


Happiness is
never asking what happiness is,
and never feeling the need to answer it.

Friday, November 27, 2015


Early morning, already aware –
slugs terrorized by first rays
rushing back to safety.

Thursday, November 26, 2015


Red clouds  
dry wind blowing from the west,
panicking birds deserting the sky.