Morning

alone

on a cold porch

sitting...

swift moving clouds

watching...

waving trees and bushes

bending,

caressing the air;

young birds gliding serenely

mastering,

learning

growing into adulthood;

fences creaking

rubbing their finger together

in an unorthodox

melody;

willows weep 

squirrels scamper

and

as if by magic

blue skies appear

above

my loneliness.

9 April 2020

COVID Ignorance

death came early

to a few,

later to many

while

some not at all

and we 

sit at home

on soft asses

waiting

for it all to pass

as if

oblivious

to all the pain

and suffering

around us,

feeding faces

gracefully

in the wake

of death,

dying,

and ignorance.

9 April 2020

Quarantine

cool breezes grips the morning
air and surrounds me...
arms grasp my ribs for warmth,
the blue eyes of a Siamese
thanks me for attention, purring
in cadence with my thoughts;
an invasion of concerns
penetrate my silent mind,
sips of hot coffee flow down
my morning throat not
caring about the rules of
quarantine that have been
imposed on all who live here.

9 April 2020

Given

we are born with

a predisposition

for death...

a condition of life

given to us

without solicitation;

we are a fulfillment

of a dream

not our own yet

we are in life's grasp

until it weakens

and are thrust

into the unknown

involuntarily again.

9 April 2020

Curved

time moves forward
along curved space,

life lays down rules
by which we must die,
the past emerges with
the future to create
its present conditions,
and our environment
loses its opportunity
to evolve without
mutations unless it
no longer involves
mankind's legacies;
that which we knew
as truth is gone,
replaced by that which
we know to be false,
accepting the predictions
of forecasting as a
means to an end;
we cast out demons
like fishing lines into
the vast ocean of time,
realizing that space
only exists in theory
when time forgets its
current forward nature.

8 April 2020

Last Chance

a moist coolness clings

to the clothes,

sniffles drop from the nose

eyes slant towards the

warmth provided inside;

and we are

calm...

serene...

believing in what we

believed before,

thinking nothing but

who will be the one

that finally sees...

and, in so doing

only a few survive.

23 March 2020

White Fall

rain melts away fog
no clouds in the sky
rumors fly from bird to bird
regarding Spring'd delay;
blooms on stems appeared
early as Bradford's push
out their whites too,
hoping to bring a little
color the gloomy brown
forest in which nature's
few tend to survive.

23 March 2020

Porch Light

a screened-in porch
protect me
from the rain
and pests that
appear when natural
light disappears,
leaving one to wonder
who might be watching;

a screened-in porch
with a wall light
gives me sight and
guides me in my
quest for words that
have all been forgotten
as if it were a badly taught
lesson from high school;
a screened-in porch
a fleece lined coat
a cup of Cappuccino
give me the courage to
sit here listening to
the rain like the
heartbeat of thought
tying to converse,
encouraging me to
listen to my soul.

20 March 2020

In The Zone

it is a zone of immaturity

that time when light fades

into the darkness of time to

prepare itself for rebirth and

all creatures large and small

prepare themselves for what

is lurking around the corner;

some say it is a madness

that roams at night without

the benefit of hindsight...

that preys on the weak,

taking lessons from the humans

who were their mentors and in

whose trust they placed themselves

like so many of their predecessors

had done and later regretted;

others, live for the day when

man will darken no more nights

and make no more promises

in the light of day not caring

about the despair they brought

with them in their carryalls

like the carpetbaggers who

descended upon the South;

it is a zone of unmatched

talents that bounce unevenly

between the goalposts of life.

20 March 2020

Falling Rain

rains fall individually

gather in groups
spills over it's limitations
travels the shortest distance
to nowhere in the hopes of
discovering something
it missed last time;
it moves with determination
but without regret
as it courses through the
space between grass blades
that attempt to resist,
never slowing down to be
friendly as it passes;
father knows that mother
knows best and does not
interfere with the process,
leaving well enough alone
in order for another day to
emerge from the darkness.

20March2020