poem of the day December 31

"What to bring?"

Question asks

of Answer as they

stand on the peak

looking over the

eve of a new year

"I think if we bring only

the simple joy of a dove

then time will change hate into love

poem of the day December 30 

Inside heat

Outside cold

Light so grey

I see no birds

in my courtyard

Just a strange

fragile calmness

that permeates 

the air of the Alamo 

this December morn

 poem of the day December 29

The day

looked long 

out of night

Tired rings round

the simple bell

I heard the cry

of meadow maids

as songs played

out on sad guitars

And as the wind walks

down the well

from which we all

come and go

I hear you say

one more time

"I ain't  too old for 

rock and roll"

 poem of the day December 28

"Grown accustomed 

to every isolation..."

the country music twanged

"...is good practice

while flying to Mars..."

the radio an endless scream

"...twenty four hours of 

smokey binge watching..."

where time is on time

more than dreams

'

 poem of the day December 27

Waiting for

a few seconds

Marveling in

temporary stillness

Outside old wise trees don't move

Their trunks stay straight 

full of only a single thought 

Content to embrace

each long breath

deep and full

like other fleetings moments

simple to enjoy

impossible to tame

unless one can stand still

while riding the change

 poem of the day December 26

Trying to get

to the edge

of wetness

to feel the slide 

out of dry

The instant transformation

of two tangible worlds

Far apart but only separated by

the difference of 

air and water

 poem of the day December

Me and my muse

sat still in our house

late at night waiting for St Nick

to climb down the chimney bricks

Outside there was no virgin snow

just a bunch of old reindeer

gathered all in a row

Eight of them decked out in their bells

rested in the lee under St Nicholas's  spell

Attached to his jolly big smiling antique sled

a giant bag full of hope dangled by a single silk thread 

yet this unstable rope worn down by these times

did not break as reindeer took off with bells banging like chimes

And not too long after the red stockings were full and St Nick had left

My muse turned to me with her hands on her chest

"See I told you miracles do happen this time every year"

So Merry Christmas to all and to all a Happy New Year!

 poem of the day December 24

Open 

closed

Hello 

goodbye

Hot 

cold

Black 

white

Large 

small

Wrong 

right

Lost 

found

Day 

night

Fire 

water

Dim 

bright

Mountain 

valley

meek

might

Somewhere 

on the road of light

 poem of the day December 23

Along alone

within a skin

life lives where 

drums begin

Inside this home

we name our shell

with anything possible

from heaven to hell

Everything depends 

on how we hold

the blood and bones

of very soft walls

 poem of the day December 22

Light 

so basic

to our life

gets born

each year

at the darkest hour

In this cold winter stillness 

rays emerge from the longest night

to elongate fresh hope found in angles of returning light

 poem of the day December 21

Telephone polls
all in a row
I see them
lined like dominoes
I see them for
what they are
Something to count
while driving a car

 poem of the day 20

In an abandoned ballroom
deep under the rug
Somewhere between
wool and wood
old  imprints
lie sleeping
like forgotten  dreams
Yet once  in a while
especially at night
when no mortal is watching
all the ghosts surface
to dance a tango
worthy of Paris

 poem of the day December 19

When does a stream
become a river?
Is it before
time reaches the sea?
When does a sea
become the ocean?
Is it after
all that we be

 poem of the day December 18

After spending

the last few minutes

in my house

frantically

looking for my

lost cup of coffee

I have decided

to invent a new app

So with great fanfare

let me introduce 

to every joe lover

The Smart Mug

All you do is

ring your phone

to find the cup

lost in your home

 poem of the day December 17

A familiar road lost

Snow covers 

the worn path

Old footprints buried

below a blank canvas

I watch my dog

tail wagging

take a few steps

on the virgin highway

aware of fresh possibilities 

 poem of the day December 16

The old pitcher

stained by time

did not give

up its past

as I tried to

scrub it clean

I could not remove 

the memory

of too many drinks

worn deep into the glaze

by people long ago

People like me and you

who sang these songs

the pitcher still holds

 poem of the day December 15

The tradition of a

tree inside a house

begins with the sacrifice

of a living giving tree

A green soul gives its fleeting life

to brighten the lives of others

who celebrate that surrender

by placing the tree in a place of honor

where a rainbow of lights and

old fancy ornaments handed

down in families for generations

transform the tree into a Christmas tree

Fresh each year with a new scent of joy 

a special place for the love of toys

 poem of the day December 14

Around the rim

of every hole

the ledge peers

down into the soul

Someplace deep

within this cavern  

the hearts beats

the mind imagines

 poem of the day December 13

I need the sun

of a million stars 

to line my time

when I fly to Mars

I need their fuel

to make me shine

give me the gas 

to enlighten my mind

 poem of the day December 12

The art of

Air sucking

Sharing breath

with other people

A strange 

new fetish

born of 2020 

All of a sudden

living on someone

else's used oxygen 

is risky business

especially in a closed space

with all kinds of things

to catch flying on wings

Breathing on 

the same air

has made

inside out

outside in

A new taboo 

for me and you

so when taking a deep breath

hope for the best

 poem of the day December 11

Cream sweet

savory  sour

choose the night

Dream the hour

poem of the day December 10

In this lockdown

I have some very

pressing urgent questions 

that have me musing

Will you need

a driver's license

when all cars 

are driverless?

Will you need

to be a certain age

to drive without

a chaperone 

Will police give

tickets to driverless car

and finally

Will driverless cars 

have liquor bars?

All seemingly

unimportant questions

unless one is stuck

somewhere in the boredom

of a pandemic

 poem of the day December 9

The light barrier

The dark barrier

Both strong willed

iron outer fences of fire

but inside the eye

of the ocean

Inside the belly

we fiercely  walk

along shores of bravado 

I think it is very Sad and Silly 

when our only difference 

is between jam and jelly

 poem of the day December 8

When does one

begin a day

perhaps in fields

of yesterday 

Between the dream

Between the snore

The eyes gain light

then night no more

 poem of the day December 7

Moving along

bottom to top

always seeking 

Some sort of path

Some ride to the universal 

where good seats 

fit right in with the sights

even if you don't have a ticket

to travel deep into the light

 poem of the day December 6

Yesterday the snow fell

very straight down

No curve balls of wind

to play the old circle shuffle

Instead big elongated drops

hit the still green meadow

like a big white blanket covering

not just these leaves of grass

but all of the past generations 

from winst they come 

 poem of the day December 5

I dreamed

I was on a walk

with the loadstone

along some charismatic road

full of strong public attraction 

I was determined to return

the loadstone to its place of perfection

where it had been found light years ago atop sacred mountain

But lifetimes before we got to sacred mountain

we were greeted in an angry hard place

full of red hot boulders throwing

jagged words that stung

like hard vile pebbles

"Give us back our loadstone"

the iron ores shouted at me 

as they began to surround the loadstone 

calling to the rock with their attractive seductive sirens 

I immediately jumped in to try 

and break the magic magnetic spell

That is when I awoke up to find myself

stuck somewhere between a rock and a hard place

 poem of the day December 4

I'm open

I am closed

World round

a flat repose

Big dogs

Little cats

fight rain for

every scrap

Time travels

without thought

Never found

Never lost

I see beyond 

ideas well said

by a milky way

inside my head

 poem of the day December 3

A meadow

draped in

December

clothes 

Worn so well

in afternoon light

The air moist

with cold big flakes

My footprints look

like shoe shaped pies

all in row and side by side

 poem of the day December 2

Lost souls

approached

the worn shore

The one where

the interaction

worm had eaten

all the pages of

the banned book

Even the title 

Love Your Neighbor

was too twisted

to hold off 

the constant waves

of division found

floating like enemies

between the minds

separated only by

the firmness of ideas

 poem of the day December 1

A walk in the park

where the greatness of

imagination 

merges into memories

Endless blocks 

of Manhattan

Gone wild dreams

Central Park South

Nice pigeons 

fly about

I do remember

the horses from

past years

waiting like

19thc statues

frozen in time

 poem of the day November 30

Last of November

arrives early

before dawn

I am here

to see the ship 

leave port for another year

I am on the promenade 

feeling somewhat poignant 

waiting for the rain to fall

on this grey day like a sad Ava Maria 

 poem of the day November 29

How still

the thought

of yesterday

Sleep without

an early wind

The stir of life

seeds the eyes

to wake the world

of morning light

 poem of the day November 28

Roll turns

into a good 

rolling

when going

down a hill

Gathering speed

with every mile

until gravity

takes its toll

We watch

all the action

as we ride

within our dreams

of how to be

in harmony

while spinning

like a spring

 poem of the day November 27

The delusion

of a mortal  man

beneath the waves

of every stream

lives as if the wind

were busy still 

embracing  wishes

too far to be

 poem of the day November 26

Like all of you

I am looking

forward to eating

too much food

enjoying some

lively spirits

while celebrating

Thanksgiving 

Especially this year

where the solitude

of necessity gives 

a place for reflection

where we can all

come to the understanding

that even though

we can not all be together

everything is not all bad

because a table with fewer 

friends and family 

means more great food 

for everyone including

you and  me so

have a happy turkey!

 poem of the day November 25

The ocean

so vast

so infinite

but in 

reality

a very tiny

sea in a

finite body

living in

the vastness

of a finite earth

Living in 

the vastness

of a finite universe

Living beyond comprehension 

only imaginable

somewhere In 

the infinite reality

of a finite mind

 poem of the day November 24

I believe

it is possible

that all life 

will eventual 

fit together

in a grand puzzle

Infinite possibilities

coming out

of randomness

to find each other

like soul mates

on a long date

A date that can

take many lifetimes

in a tumbler

to wear down

the sharp edges

of misunderstanding

that holds us apart

 a poem of the day November 23

The atmosphere 

before a rain

opens my eyes

to worlds of perfection

beyond imagination

Landscapes existing 

in a land of inspiration

I sit there spellbound

enjoying fleeting masterpieces

until the rain washes time clean

like an artist refreshing a canvas

 a poem of the day November 22

Why some chairs

are comfortable

Why some chairs

are not 

depends on 

the way one

sits within

their temple

poem of the day November 21

 

"Sometimes

there are 

big dreams

bigger than

even Christmas trees"

Santa said to Moses

as they watched

Jesus being nailed

to the dogma of righteousness

 poem of the day November 20

Often light

will bright

the darkness

Smiles melt

the world

of frowns

Only time

will tell 

these stories

Ancient circles 

speaking

healing sounds

 poem of the day November 19

A crescent moon

waits for planets

like a big catcher's mitt

in last night's early sky

Jupiter and Saturn appear

as solar balls chasing

each other in some

time warp where 

destiny appears closer

than the reality of time

 poem of the day November 18

With all the leaves

Off all the trees

I saw all the nests

of all the birds

All had lived 

all summer long

All without me knowing

at all of their homes

 poem of the day November 17

Seeds fly on wind

Little spaceships

riding waves

of circumstance

Landing on shores

of coincidence 

In a fate full of 

jagged rocks

seeds seek their destiny

Lily pads welcome lucky travelers 

Where eventually new sprouts grow

into an always unpredictable 

yet always predictable future

 poem of the day November 16

The wind howled

The rain fell heavy

Dark swallowed night

I watched from inside

feeling warm dry wood

very wood stove good

 poem of the day November 15

Owl and Hawk

sitting on a tree

discussing nirvana

for you and me

Watching the world

from where they see

into the eyes of destiny

 poem of the day November 14

 

Good but 

worn words

spoken by those

who use their 
lips as confusion

mispronouncing truths

that are self evident

Soiling the water 

of stagnant democracy 

Hand feeding 

these good

worn words

to lost souls

Twisting their 

meanings

upside down

Twisting the truth

around so these

old worn words

appear backwards

like smile frowns 

 poem of the day November 13

So grey 

November

proceeds 

Stark trees 

without leaves

Ground brown

all around

Soft ferns

near sleep

Only a blue jay

to remind me

of lost color 

gone too quick

like summer

 poem of the day November 12

All masks

have made eyes

first impressions

Framed  portals

staring in and out

Glimpses of souls

Mysterious moments

of who we are

of who we maybe

All without the comfort

of hidden smiles to bond

us to this new frontier

 poem of the day November 11

Trees have fallen

long time ago

Special trees

Trees of time

Sage trees

Everybody has one

They grow by roads

Along green fields

Near stone walls

We pass these trees

year after year

And then one day

we walk by and

our trees have fallen

We sing an old

sad poignant song

Where have all

the trees gone

long time passing

Where have all 

the trees gone

gone long ago...

loved by all and everyone

when will we ever learn

what did we learn from them

 poem of the day November 10

Drifting as all tides

The shore waiting

Enemies and Lovers

the same sand

Waves beginning

a strange embrace

Changing future

Altered past

How many times

can change, change?

"Infinitely" the fish gulped

as she was washed

upon the beach

full of shifting souls

 poem of the day November 9

Walking across

a time bridge

built over lost hours

Ancient footprints

Old photos

Some letters

Expired passports

stamped with blue ink

The sea rolls underneath

without time 

only tides

large and endless

 poem of the day November 8

Exhale

the old

stale air

of division

Inhale

the clean

fresh air

of inclusion

America has

grown new lungs

with a hopeful voice

able to sing 

songs of union

Good sweet melodies 

from the very center

of the earth

all the way to 

the light filled 

rooms of heaven

 poem of the day November 7

Indian summer

shimmers brightly

over tall trees

warming a spot

where an old owl sits

on a forked branch

Turning its head

round and round

watching November

like a happy sentry  

drunk around a park fire

 poem of the day November 6

Soul to Soul

Passing ships

Good friends

Bad enemies

Hate to Love

Love to Hate

The energy of

human interaction

Cloudy days

Bright days

Rainy days

Sunny days

Peace to War

War to Peace

Great chasms

Tiny divides

And every

possible

tide within

Every soul

an evening star

Each an individually

wrapped temple

perhaps more

perhaps less

but still part of

the Milky Way

 poem of the day November 5

Ride the wave

Run the wind

Glide the sky

Dive the sea

Climb the mountain

Sip the tea

Wait is harder

than these dreams

nothing is what it seems

 poem of the day November 4

Each breath

One after another

Oxygen lungs

A lifetime full

of in and out

Fresh stale

and everything

in between

So much air

within these fold

where it goes

no one knows

 poem of the day November 3

Smiles

are hard

to see now.

Primordial emotions

are well hidden

from view

A mask takes

away many clues

of our  individuality 

Now the only worlds revealed

are found in the soul of the eyes

 poem of the day November 2

America is at its crossroad

on the fragile eve of election

on the eve of passing forward the nation

or on the eve of its own destruction

Will we continue democracy

or morph completely into an autocracy?

Will we bow our heads to the lying king

or gaze out as one through the eyes of Lincoln?

Everything has come down to this one voting day

where we exercise our sacred rights of liberty

Your vote gives you a voice of what America will be

Your vote will decide the future of Democracy

poem of the day November 1

A full blue moon

over a high hill

rising in delight

illuminates

the night

as well as

any big ball

can own time

for a while

 poem of the day October 31

Blue moon

Full moon

Clocks back

Midnight twice

Trick or Treat

What a scene

Has to be

Halloween 

 poem of the day October 30

No hard frost

only the first fall snow

covering green grass

brown barked trees

like shiny white icing

The vivid glow brightens

 a very grey thick fog dawn

Large wet snowflakes

fall sideways in the wind

Beautiful in most ways I think

Winter in some ways I know

 poem of the day October 29

Which way round

the merry-go-round

depends on the direction

of the horses and whether

they are wild or tame

but has nothing to do

with how one gets off

the fast spinning wheel

or whether they get back on

 poem of the day October 28

The lack of trust

can bring 

democracy

down

Allow

the spike

of spineless

clowns

The pandemic

is over

I heard

our leader say

as the dead were

buried by those

who pray 

 poem of the day October 27

Bigotry is in the air

The waves break down 

on the land of the free

The land of so called liberty

It is the very last stand of the old civil war

The very last gasp of white bigot mouth 

And when they write this history

the greatest fact that will be learned

the grand wizard of all this hate

lived in the Whitehouse and ate evil cake

 a poem of the day October 26

A light 

dawn rain

Sleepy drips

of night

splash over

the world

like a fountain full

of long slow dreams

 poem of the day October 25

Dark leaving

Light arriving

Light leaving

Dark arriving

This game we play

within these folds

is full of life

and many roads

 poem of the day October 24

The bluebirds

lead the way

as I walked

the meadow 

I followed them

most willingly

and soon I came

to fork in a tree

where an apple

had slipped into

the  crook of time

I picked the fruit

as the bluebirds

began to circle by

Their flapped wings 

were full of grace

as I bit the apple

they left my space

 poem of the day October 23

We bring

the world

inside

the world

to life

Into a room

we call temple

Sometimes the 

world bangs

that temple

with ideas

that push

through

those walls

Sometimes

the world can't

pierce the temple

and has to sit 

there waiting

 poem of the day October 22

Gray early

morning sun

mixes with thirsty

shades of orange

on the  meadow

wall of fall poplars

which I have
to say are 

very popular 

 poem of the day October 21

Collective

receptive

within fibers

of a nation

Each soul feeling

something universal

A small part of all 

Me in you

You in me

The whole land waits

in an entwined

unsettled moment

where the chill is felt 

in both the legs all the way

to the foundation's bones 

 poem of the day October 20

A bluebird 

An old apple

Fall tree sun 

Slight breath

Four corner

folded moment

drifting further 

toward perfection 

 poem of the day October 19

What looks like understanding

depends on the meaning of words

How Two can be To can be Too

These simple variations of simple language 

spoken in a split of a tongue

can confuse all those listening

more than bullets fired from a gun

 poem of the day October 18

Wine in the river

drifting slowly as 

the sea of Galilee 

Might be tears

of many millions

Might be only

tears of you or me

It really doesn't matter

how or when the river flows

What matters is the water

and how it feeds your soul

 poem of the day October 17

The selfless life

of a welcome mat

stepped on by all

yet never complains

of anyone's dirt

greets all travelers

regardless of their shoes

 poem of the day October 16

The meadow

looked like 

a shaggy dog

full of rowen 

as the hay carpet

embraced the heat

of a warm fall day

It felt so good 

on bare feet

walking over the farm

 poem of the day October 15

There is a path

from rain to well

that water 

understands 

so very well

Through tears of time

made wet with desire

the raindrops fall 

hour by hour

Until the water

is washed crystal clean

by rocks now heavy

with secret dreams

 poem of the day October 14

"Drop the gold!

Better to have

more time than 

more money"

the happy vagabond  

warned Midas

as he carefully

passed over

the drowning man

struggling to breath

the heavy grave of greed

 poem of the day October 13

A helping hand

uses strong light of

bright open wombs

to lift strangers out

of the clutches of

the dense sinking strangling orange blob

that has infected the last four years with

a coat of brainwashed loathing

Once again in sanity those strangers

shake the hands of other strangers

pulling them to the safety

of the circle of compassion

where love eventually overcomes hate

 poem of the day October 12

What would

the world do

without glasses?

That is a question

worth asking

I know I'd be semi blind

Not be able to see

The fine print

The crack in the vase

Or the perfection of imperfection

 poem of the day October 11

"The mortality of time

tastes very good"

said the bug to his friend as

they both munched on wood

Neither of them heard 

until it was too late

the words of the birds

"These bugs taste great"

 poem of the day October 10

Stir the broth

Milk the cow

Pitch the ball

Stop the proud

 poem of the day October 9

I docked

along the

paradox

in a boat

called Confusion

carrying a cargo

of right and wrong

As I stepped out

onto the plank 

I was greeted

by blank stares

sitting in chairs

waiting for the tide

to wash over

yesterday's delusion

I did not know

how the flag would fly

without a wind 

to push my thoughts

but then I saw a beggar man

dressed so well in golden cloth

I asked him where the sun does shine

as he looked upon my face

He said to me the destiny

is always hidden in the waste

 poem of the day October 8

Small dust

Sticky shoes

walk together

down roads

mixing lives

from all over

the world

Leaving a trail

of footprints

full of customs

from every place

those well worn

sticky shoes

have traveled

 poem of the day October 7

The power  

of words

living within 

worlds of

levidromes

have the

ability

to change 

some moments

but are

always limited

in life by 

the direction

of the phrase 

emit time

 poem of the day October 6

Clouds spring

from imagination

appearing on the

blank blue canvas

The idea of something

out of nothingness

is a mystery

within the reach

of free eagles

as they glide

in and out of heaven

 poem of the day October 5

Have  you ever

admired a leaf

on a favorite tree

and watched it

live its destiny?

From a bud 

on a branch

to a bloom of green

to a show of color

more vivid than dreams

Did you watched your tree

as the leaf was picked

by a cold gust of wind

it was all over quick

 poem of the day October 4

Open 

an idea

of allowing

A word able

to expand

all possibilities

Close

an idea

of contracting

A word able

to absorb

all possibilities

Open and Close

dance on a see-saw

balancing each other

forming the pulse of life

The in and out rhythm 

heart beat of souls

 poem of the day October 3

Light coming out of darkness

is the path well worn

It illuminates  a world of eternal hope

Darkness coming out of light 

is the path less seeked

But is a big reminder

of how eternal darkness

exists like black holes

able to smother even

the best lit tunnel

My advice to all travelers 

Walk in good shoes 

made solely of fabric

full of unconditional  love

 poem of the day October 2

A door

swings in

A door

swings out

In between

it is as closed

as a clam

Only open

on a tide

The timing

of souls depends

on this ride

 poem of the day October 1

Apples in New England

crisp like October air

The tired sun sleeps 

late into the autumn sky

The birds have not 

yet begun to sing

The quiet is still and simple

as time should be

 poem of the day September 30

The life of leaves

begin as buds

Bloom into rich canopies

Play all summer

in symphonies of green 

Then as nights turn frosty

embrace the cold

Allowing their metamorphosizes 

to turn into majestic colors

until they fall  from trees

very free like all life should be

 poem of the day September 29

Water tastes 

better than 

fresh nirvana

only if it falls from 

Mother Earth 

without the spoiled

hand of man

 poem of the day September 28

All the stories

of a trillion souls

are on parade

in the old roundhouse

Emotions raw and stewed

like too sweet candy 

swim in the broth

Round and round

high above desire

mixed into eternity

is the viewing stand

of the promenade

Where all tickets are 

sold into eyes of life

searching for the womb of god

 poem of the day September 27

I bought

an ancient 

pirate's necklace

at the flea

I have to say

it spoke to me

It hung very well

on an old hemp rope

with skull and crossbone

as a pirate's necklace would

but it also had a softer side

A scrimshaw girl

An old silver coin

A carved ivory heart

All side by side

It made me think

of the romance of time

and the life of men

before my time

 poem of the day September 26

Time works

every second

Does not stop

Will not stop

Can not stop

No lunch for dinner

Has to keep going

Has to avoid both 

past and future

 poem of the day September 25

The glass of normal

is full of insanity 

The world has

been turned

upside down

The sun now 

Rises at night

Sets in morning

The birds are 

as confused 

as the worms

 poem of the day September 24

The change

happens

sometimes

so slowly

so effortlessly

like water 

warming

in the sun

I am reminded

of simple times

as I watch

fall appear

on a maple leave

without 

worry or

the shock

of fear

 poem of the day September 23

A painted post

has stood outside

watching the sun rise

each and everyday

for many centuries

Every few years

it is repainted

by another generation

with ideas defined

by the will of time

As I drive by the old post

I wonder if its core

has remained the same?

 poem of the day September 21

Along the light

of an iron lamp

Finial tops

a well built nest

Eagle flies

on two great wings

seeking answers lost within

 poem of the day September 23

Send the world a letter

on the other side of time

Begin with a statement

End with a rhyme 

Dance a lot of dreams 

for days do unfold

and don't forget

to teach your pet 

the dangers of the road

 poem of the day September 20

I am surrounded

by a room full of

green tomatoes

Their round eyes

are poking through windows

Outside covered by blankets 

pretty fragile flowers shiver

like beautiful butterflies

Cold air from nowhere

has arrived too soon

Seeped into the garden

mixing time with stillness

Tomorrow frost will appear

with the rise of dawn

 poem of the day September 19

I say

Say the hay

is sweet

Call the birds

by first names

Look at things as

if they were ideals

not idols

Then perhaps

the wall of wanted positivity 

will completely understand 

the meaning of unconditional hope

 poem of the day September 18

Take long words

for what they are

Just words easily said

Even easier sold

whether true or not

How does one know

the real tongue from forked tongues?

We are all predisposed

in our own filtered desires

Our own propaganda 

dancing like fancy wheels

in balls of rational irrational contradictions

I fear within this shear of madness

anything is possible

Why just yesterday 

I swear I heard about a school

of peaceful philosophers 

about to plunder a small town 

 poem of the day September 17

It is a brisk morning

for a maple tree

Green leaves shivering

in a chilly sea

Yet the morning chill 

is not so cold 

Is more of a reminder

of what's in store

I see the sun has

now drifting up

to warm maple me

from roots to trunk

 poem of the day September 16

A few days

before the frost

Canada Cold 

on the way

Flowers still

red, white 

and blue

Big petals still

Proud and full

I wonder if

they like

all of America

know the final

fate of time

 poem of the day September 15

Japanese knot-weed

is in full bloom

spreading over

the river banks 

swaying in the breeze 

A lovely wash of white and green

It looks so very beautiful

so very perfectly Zen

I am an old proud samurai riding

over a grand Japanese countryside 

until I come across a smothered dead oak

It is then I realize I am not in Japan

 poem of the day September 14

The train inside

rides the bony

rails of a lifetime

The miles logged on

the big red engine 

pile up the years

The fuel of youth

becomes fleeting 

Cluttered with a track

full of experience

There the wise calmly

pick through the tunnels

to reach into the mystery

of a long open soul

 poem of the day September 13

The emotion

of hugging

is drifting

down the stairs

Put on hold

I am told

This absence of

human touch

is too much

for a world

built on trust

 poem of the day September 12

Mirror

Mirror

I have 

been told

Could tell

the future 

of every fold

It saw 

the image

as everyone

But reflected

the moment

one by one

 poem of the day September 11

Westward

Eastward

Northward

Southward

Windward

Downward

Upward

Inward

Outward

Backward

Forward

Toward

Untoward

Whatward?

 poem of the day September 10

A family of blue birds

on a settled afternoon

fly from tree to tree

In the next room

a cricket sings a song

of luck and happiness

Off in the distance

I can hear the little 

round pool pump

still chugging along

like the little engine 

that could 

Somehow it has made

it through the season

Outside the stillness

is a little bit melancholy 

A hue of late summer loss

is reflected in the leaves

wearing a slight tinge of red 

This red mixes in a happy sad way

very well with the blue of bluebirds

 poem of the day September 9

Something about

being on the summit

of the state's highest peak

peering down granite cliffs

that open over long valleys

Standing there admiring 

the magnificent endless view 

I am reminded of the words 

of a great beat poet

"You can't fall off mountains"

I feel every word of this wisdom

yet I am very careful not

to get too close to the edge

 poem of the day September 8

Where did summer go?

How did it drift by?

Did I sleep the time away?

I don't remember much

only that the world was 

stopped by interruption

Frozen in limbo back

somewhere in springtime

Do any of you remember?

Was the summer hot?

Did the birds come

into your courtyard?

Were the flowers beautiful?

The sunrises special?

Was the moon big and full?

I just don't know

When I finally opened my eyes

it was labor day 

Summer was over and

the virus was at the beach

swimming among the masses

 poem of the  day September

The sunrise

over Saddleback

pokes my soul

Driving into Vermont

Reminds me of

the marvel of 

morning light

 poem of the day September 5

I watched a shimmer wind

toss a full sail of leaves

into the crisp morning air

steering a sedentary tree 

toward a bouncy voyage

on a long wavy wet-less sea

 poem of the day September 4

How to be general

of your own being

Commander of 

your own soul

is a trick or treat

found fighting inside

the world of desire

In the skin of vanity

I see the blob of masses

drawn toward addiction

like screens of screaming

loud yellow zombies 

alive with someone's

something's essence

To be you, to not be you

that is the riddle one needs

to solve to avoid the trap of deception

 poem of the day September 3

Open to

Open with

Open into

I see ideas drift

up to doors

where they bang 

against change

Recoil and bang again

until finally

the ancient lock

the ancient block

splits wide open 

as if it were the universe

 poem of the day September 2

Rotten wood

of ocean piers

battered by 

endless tides

still have 

the strength 

to survive

I see these docks

within my dreams

the water logged 

posts of ancient time

I see boats moored

all around the world

safe as clams in oyster pearls

 poem of the day September

The fall of grace

does not interrupt 

the lust of power

in craving souls

with no concern

of human morality

If all one sees 

in the sacred mirror

is their own selfish reflection

then the wind of good

becomes tangled in 

some nightmare 

some powerful 

version of hell

 poem of the day August 31

Seems like

a lot of deer

have been 

meeting

on the road

taking every

opportunity

to hang on

the asphalt 

having fun

playing chicken

as the wild cars

drive on by

 poem of the day August 30

A thunder dusk

now late enough

for dark clouds to

blend well into night

Soft sounds tumble louder

Storm moving closer 

Lightning streaks the sky

I see the trees begin to bounce

up and down in lively shadows

I feel their sway of anticipation

as heavy rain washes over Camelot 

Faster than the black of night

 poem of the day August 29

The lost

glasses of

perfection

were finally found

near the old ruins 

within the sea of eternity

All could tell by

the perfect light

the glasses

had been used

for centuries

Instead of recovering 

the visions

of the visionary 

the clear lenses

of clarity  

were put on display

for all to see

in the museum

of grand perfection

where they have

remained hidden

in plain sight till this very day

 poem of the day August 28

A dog lives

a short life

full of adventure

but short on 

longevity 

Too short for

man's best friend

Hard for us humans

to lose our most

unconditional lovers

to this one fatal flaw

of a dog's otherwise 

perfect  life

 poem of the day August 27

Flock of birds

School of fish

A lone seal

swimming

as a boy fishes

Where does

the tides go

in moments

like these?

 poem of the day August 26

glass like water

quiet slack tide

glistens under

the rising sun

waiting for time 

to change direction

 poem of the day August 25

We are now

a hypocrite nation 

full of values

spouted by

immoral people

pretending to 

be moral

A TV show

of absurd birds

like vultures

with expressions

only found on

wolfs wearing

the fine silk

stolen from

hard working

brainwashed beings

 poem of the day August 24

Summer is drifting by

The world is drifting by

I see the hesitation 

through the masks

of Romeo and Juliet

The bravado of fear

The submission of fear

Time rides over the long days

anticipating an eruption 

A hurricane of humanity

that even Shakespeare

dared not dream about

 poem of the day August 23

Two bears

in a meadow

Mother and children

enjoying a lazy afternoon

Wildlife up close and personal

I tried to take a picture

but I ruined the magic moment

for both them and me

 poem of the day August 22

As day closes

night awakes

exhaling  dusk

I watch the calmness

seep into my soul

feeling humbled by 

the smallness 

of my own breath

 poem of the day August 21

 How dreams

emerge from 
random thoughts
to become
grand epics
larger than life
does not matter
What matters
is remembering
bits of wisdom
from these dreams
Bits that linger for a while
Especially the ones
that make you smile

 poem of the day August 20

Silent light
born of night
I hear the birds
sing this song
Each and every
early morn

 poem of the day August 19

Night settles into

the vast sky

like a tide 

with no waves

Dark starts in the shadows

Then grows stealthy over

long open meadows

The blackness eventually

becomes omnipresent

until a thin light ribbon

of distant stars 

appears as dots of yang 

on the deep skin of yin

 poem of the day August 18

If I was a drop of water

I would like to fall as rain

Feel the dry earth as I tumble

with a bunch of wet others

in a slippery slide down a hill

At the bottom of a valley

I would jump into a stream

to surf around some wild rocks

until I reached the sea

from where I'd feel the oneness

of an ocean filled of me

 poem of the day August 17

The debutantes 

were driving

down the long

and open road

They were flirting 

with perfection

a heavy hearted load

They danced around

the circle likes bulls 

before the fight

both armed with

foolish arrows

full of temporary light

The bow pulled back

The strike began

hard so very cold

and where they hit

they did not miss 

their mark 

or so I'm told

 poem of the day August 16

A man's word

does not mean

much of anything

if lies are allowed

to be mainstream

If there is no truth

there will be sides

that collide on paths

even the ones less taken

 poem of the day August 15

Why some light

in some places

is enough to 

light the dark

but is unable

to shine a path
through the bright sun

is a mystery of sorts

I am sure many a mouse

has contemplated this very paradox

while eating well cooked 

summer coated french fries

 poem of the day August 14

Somewhere

before tomorrow

after yesterday

everyone rides 

a magic carpet

on a journey

so sublime

it takes an

eternity of time

 poem of the day August 13

Somewhat 

Somewhere

perhaps maybe

Land is bigger

than Fan

Where to stand

Where to dress

What to wear

I hear there is

a new style

of old patterns

somewhat out

somewhere

 poem of the day August 12

Cricket  smoke

in a dawn 

lite house

The only sound

before the birds

I close my eyes

and try to ride

the lovely song 

of cricket live