poem of the day February 28


Mountains appear
from the flat earth
like Indian tribes
holding hands across
the great divide
Years of winter white coats
have worn grooves
in the desert hills
that stay dry
until spring melts
the pyramids into
rushing waves of
vernal life

poem of the day February 27


Long strides

Short rides

Short strides

Long rides

Getting there

is a matter of mixed perceptions

drinking different cocktails over time

"The destination remains the same"

Someone told me as I was hitchhiking down the road 

poem of the day February 26


What is wild?

Is a Tiger at a zoo

more wild then

a feral rooster in Hawaii? 

Are pest squirrels at the feeder 

more wild then a play of Shakespeare birds?

I am watching the green parrots of LA

released a hundred years ago at play

Are they wild?

Are they not?

Seems the lines are not so clear

just ask a wild suburban deer 

poem of the day February 25


The dance of the hour

was the hummingbird 

and the flower

I sat watching

the waltz begin

The bird flutters on wings

The flowers all sing

inviting sweet songs 

petals open for sin

Many kisses for all

with a sword made of gold

to mingle the pollen within

I think of this dance

the natural chance 

of love spreading

from flowers on wings

poem of the day February 24


New ideas are 

very much like

floating bubbles on

a fast moving stream

There to grab as they

appear only for

a fleeting moment

but like brook trout

very hard to catch

if one is using

the same net

year after year

poem of the day February 23


Something about a garden

brings out the best 

The best in flowers

The best in bees

The best in smiles

The best in you

The best in me

Nothing like a magic bloom

to set the best of moods all afternoon

poem of the day February 22


Flying over America
High above used farm land
Brown from plowing
No swords allowed
In this breadbasket
Only plow shares
Gliding over
the deep dream earth
Like a dream bird
Watching life
From far away skies

poem of the day February 21


"I hear there

is a fine line

between washing

and cleaning

both inside and out"

Said the Spotless to the Pure

as they began sanitizing

the first ever unsoiled soul

poem of the day February 20


A ladder

is full of steps

that are just rungs

without a direction

It is up to the stepper

to decide 

Up or Down

poem of the day February 19


Every passing second

lifts the present to the past

The light inside the moment

is a candle of life

As days turn into mountains

that grow toward the sky

I sit within the temple 

with a memory raised of time

poem of the day February 18


Something about an evergreen

as the sun shines through

becomes am emerald of green

Sparkling needles all in a row

point toward the earth

lighting landscapes in the snow

I sit and played the shadows cast

a tune of hope for green to last

poem of the day February 17


So many snow banks

some as high as mountains

I am in my car driving

the long thin valleys

that separate time

I drift back to the past

remembering the tunnels

The ice forts where

I won every battle against

the imagination of youth

I start looking to the future 

for new kids out

digging for fun in the marvel

of winter

I am sad to say I saw none

except for those 

being beamed from Disneyland

poem of the day February 16


Out tapping maple trees

on my neighbors farm

moving from tree to tree

hammering in high tech pipeline

thinking how things have changed

Gone are the Indians who

boiled in wooden troughs

Gone are the buckets

where the tap tap of sap

played their own maple rap

Yet I still see the awe

of what remains the same

The forest grove of maple trees

The fresh deep pearl white snow 

The tracks of wild animals

on the go

but most of all

I feel and hear

the silence of the woods

which is just as good

just as gold

as those days of old 

poem of the day February 15


"What is it like 

to live in the sea?"

a fish asked me

I said "You are

the one that

lives in the sea"

but he said

"No that is only

your idea of reality"

poem of the day February 14


I came across

a birds nest

made mostly of

man made waste

Some rope

Some twine

Some ribbon

Some plastic

It looked like 

a grand experiment

to pollute the world

It made me think

how awful we are

for the planet

but then I saw the bird

looking at me

and thought maybe

it sought the man made things

because they were better

then leaves and wings

poem of the day February 13


Imperfection grows

out of perfection

like a flower

in a tower

a bulb 

a bloom 

a blessed rest

where the void of perfection

once again dances

as it shines

on the long path ahead

enticing a new soul

already perfect

into being a human

for another try at perfection

poem of the day February 12


All the boats were

in the harbor waiting

for the anticipation of a storm

Some had been

in storms before

out on the sea

waves higher then trees

Others had never been

outside the safety of the marina

All were huddled around the dock

tied to old fears

The first splash of water

sent shivers down their masts

but it was only the change of tide

That storm is always part of all lives

poem of the day February 11


I had an epiphany

I am a car

filling up each day

at the gas station

and running around 

for a while on some gas

that won't last 

So  I am ending this poem

and heading for

the station to fill up

for the next ride

poem of the day February 10


One for one

does not make an all

unless the slaves

stay within the hole

The wall of hate

is full of fame

power, lies

laced with tempting bait

Inside the fury of fear

the power is hidden in 

the ripple of cheer

To belong to something

that can fire a crowd

You need a forceful loud

that can attack the rack

to which all are trapped

and make good seem

evil at the drop of a hat

poem of the day February 9


The first responder

got there second

beat out by karma

The old grey dawn

watched snow fall

on the outer wings

of snow angels born

from another storm

Fresh nights toyed with sleep

as I watched my dreams

bloom in and out

of other floating souls

poem of the day February 8


A warm house

A cold drink

A hot tamale

A frozen Popsicle

A boiling coffee

An icy day

All make for 

a tepid poem

poem of the day February 7


A swing has no

life of its own

and has to wait

until a soul is

seated then pushed

or pulled into having

a direction that over time

becomes a familiar path

not only for the swing

but for the soul

that may or may not

understand the swing ride

is different from the journey inside

poem of the day February


A come back

from the edge 

of defeat

and squandering 

a sure victory

are part of

the same game

A thin trick of fate

where emotions flow

strong no matter

what side you're on

poem of the day February 5


I heard the Mystic say

Many dreams

are needed for imagination

to change into reality

Well, last night

I dreamed I won the lottery

I wonder how many lottery

dreams I will need

before I win the money?

poem of the day February 4


In the eyes of tomorrow

are the seeds of a new day

A new way of seeing

where life can be grown

from kernels of determination able to change

the very fast footprint of past impressions

that hold us back in the circle of the track

poem of the day February 3


A flower blooming

inside a house

in the middle of winter

is a lovely light

able to bring 

much more to the eyes

then just a colorful sight

poem of the day February 2


Another morning

I am waiting

for the car

to warm up

I am waiting for

time to be ready

I am waiting for

all things not

able to wait

for themselves

but most of all

I am waiting for

Phil to see if

he sees his shadow

to see how

much longer

I have to wait

until spring

poem of the day February 1


A silent show

as I watch a rabbit

in the snow

I am thinking 

how does it know

when the months 

come and go?