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

poetry 9-30 E-ephemeral

white, pink, blue, purple

when you’re fresh you’re beautiful

freshness is fleeting

 

 

Dainty (8/30)

April 10, 2018

poetry 8-30 D-dainty

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

 

 

poetry 3-30 three bars

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

poetry 2-30 two days snow

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.