More than twisted trees,
this odd grove atop the hill.
It is, in fact, an orchard!
An Unplanned Siesta
Again, I find myself
Standing at a crossroads,
Pondering directions.
Unsure which path to take.
Should I? Could I? Perhaps?
~
The sun is overhead.
At the roadside, flowers.
Birdsong lilts from afar.
Wheat heads rustle nearer.
~
It’s been a long journey,
Full of rush and bother,
That led me to this place.
~
Beside these thoroughfares
I shall pause, breathe, relax.
~
There’s time for a siesta.
Sans Sorrow
It’s really simple.
Why can they not understand?
This parting is purely sweet.
Baptismal Balm
Basking in the flood
of, maybe too hot, showers;
washing aches away.
Our Own Petard
Somehow we retain
this illusion of control
as we’re reaping the whirlwind.
Laying off to fate… or hate,
all responsibility
when, in fact, we’ve sown this wind.
The Grey(t)est Generation
This boomer asks of the old grey(t) men:
How can you begin to contend
you’re the true conservatives when
you’ve been raiding our trust fund
just to buy more and bigger guns?
Despite The Chaos
Enter February
Groundhogs slumber, gather strength
for their moment in the sun.
Senators sit and debate
whether aught needs to be done.
Parents rise and bathe and dress;
they have errands they must run.
Children play and laugh and jest,
heedless of all the rest,
“Saturdays are the best!”,
focus solely on their fun.
Birds Of A Feather Flock Together
via Birds Of A Feather Flock Together
It takes but a few
to say “Let’s not yet fly north.”,
and, thereby, some may be saved.
No Florid Epitaph
An unheralded
passage is a testament
to a humble life well lived.
Distance Learning
Teaching an old dog
new tricks from miles away
frustrates both dog and teacher.
Savage Waters
This disease leaves wounds,
rivers both wide and deep.
Too deep for fording
and much too wide for bridges,
so we build ferries
and brave treacherous waters,
holding connections
to our loved ones long estranged
by these savage waters wide.
A Welcome Abridgement
Should I never hear,
Again, the words, sham or scheme,
Their absence I, shall not miss.
Abortions of Justice
When there’s “no distance”
between defendant and judge,
all that’s missing are white hoods.
