snow comes to call in bright crystal, grouped singularities, downed by gravity yet light at heart they want to play reddening our bare noses tickling our thirsty tongues sticking and sliding about in piles and underfoot men and angels fashioned in this cold season I used this program to snow the quadrille. Björn is today’s…
Category: poetry
The Oracle Speaks — warm rainbow breath
dare smile who knows laugh at rain child the world a comforting light can see a little thing feeling tickle of day’s warm rainbow breath using magnetic poetry’s happiness set (sometimes I need a little help childing the world)
24SSPC 11 Heavy Snow (1st Week, Dec 7-20) Taisetsu — Dark Season’s Lessons and OLN
Buddha, Teaching Fourfold Path walking winter grove finds boot tread-shattered snow bones mud’s deep-cloven tracks posted signs by armed unread honor between neighbors stretched iced breeze reddens cheeks, fills heart cold crows overhead scold earthly expectation squirrels rustle through dried oak leaves pond willow’s storm-fallen limbs red pine lean east from long winds chickadees hop…
dVerse — Poetics — Instrumental — Verdi Nabucco Overture
Michigan Summer Dawn again ascends behind treelineSun goddess’ eyelid affirms anotherMystery, what shimmer will be seen? Chipmunks skitter-scout fresh litter,Bluebirds kebob bugs for nestlings;all aware of silent red-tail, watching. Conscientious woodpecker’s sonarallegiance a pesky morning alarm.Pulling blinds, a new day’s play opens. Turkeys wander along old fence line,Doves nod-peck driveway, content,Cardinals wait among pear blossomsfor…
dVerse — Prosery — Burning Questions
I was where I am When the snow began —from “The Dead of Winter” by Samuel Menashe December is when planning is needed to find daylight for important conversations. There is no grave to visit. The tall chimney never sleeps. I was where I am when the snow began, standing outside of the crematorium. No…
Message from The Oracle — Possibilities to Spring
See every day as little life surprise, soul sun out, and peace alive. Dare laughter, be wonder; dream, child. Hope where no bloom is as a world feels between. Believe vibration’s possibilities to spring. pic taken in November at sunset at The Highlands, which is a part of Blandford Nature Center This poem made possible…
dVerse — MTB — A Cherita
spider weaves in picnic pavillion corner’s pink-red sunset I hack at deadwood as tourists depart and temperatures fall you build stick pyramid over handfuls of dried beach grass yellow-orange pyre against black silhouettes; smoke curls to sky you tend our crackling host as I pour toddies from bullet thermos alone with night, blanket across our…
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