Fiery Cardinal (10/30)
April 11, 2018
Fiery cardinal
calls to his mate
calls to spring
tree branch is bare
spring is late
his song won’t bring
the fresher air
while we wait
the crimson king
sings without care
ephemeral beauty (9/30)
April 10, 2018
white, pink, blue, purple
when you’re fresh you’re beautiful
freshness is fleeting
Dainty (8/30)
April 10, 2018
the cat comes in
on little snow feet
she makes her rounds
the day to greet
she moves around
without a sound
the air is sweet
with the smell of snow
she pauses now—
where next to go?
cat coasts (7/30)
April 8, 2018
curled tail wards off fiends
look at the tip twitching now
what’s that over there
something is nearing
the mysterious unknown
staring intently
sit and wait a bit
scamper away in a flash
stop and wait some more
a skeptical glance
nose doesn’t leave warmth of tail
older and wiser
Through Three Blue Bars (3/30)
April 4, 2018
Through three blue bars
the world is white and wonderful
The sky sneezes snowflakes
in a cold that continues to cling
Nature refuses to be nudged nearer to normal
and the brightness of the blanket blinds us bit by bit
Why winter won’t wither away?
Two Days of Snow (2/30)
April 4, 2018
Two days of snow in April
is not what you’d expect.
It’s true it’s Minnesota
but even we are allowed to have spring.
Two-times-ten degrees colder
than what we were expecting.
Yes, it’s Minnesota,
but even we are allowed to have spring.
One optimistic robin singing in the snow
is one more than I expected.
Hope sits in a tree in Minnesota.
I’m convinced we will have spring.
