poem of the day


An early

morning task

with the 

right amount

of determination

can grow

into a job

well done

that's what

dawn says 

to dusk

as they both

watch the sun

poem of the day March 30


The idea

of a wet

mountain

covered in

rain forest fog

waiting for a

rare sunny day

has given me

some simple

understanding

of self isolation

poem of the day March 29


I saw a hint

of daffodils

lined up along 

a scenic trail

Their buds

were large 

like special

dreams 

The ones

you find 

near wishing wells

I long for hope

within this fog

to find the path

toward eternal way

I think this wink

of daffodils are

stronger than 

the Milky Way

poem of the day March 28


The rain splashed

the copper roof

like drops of jazz

The random notes

beat the silence

into a wet frenzy

Was it telling secrets

or just dripping music 

from a night filled dream? 

poem of the day March 27


I want a

batch of

fresh baked

cookies

rich ones

made with

real butter and

tons of maple syrup

I want a bag of

potato chips

the greasy ones

kettle fried

I want a bowl

of my mother's

mac and cheese

covered with breadcrumbs

I want all these familiar comforts

to remind me of an old easy going world

now lost in the slow bleed of an infected freeze

poem of the day March 26


I put two

of my favorite

rocks together

Close enough

so they were 

almost touching

When I came back

in the morning

I swear they

had moved

closer together

It made me wonder 

about the secret hearts of stone

poem of the day March 25


It would be better

if the old clown lived

in a small aquarium 

full of big mirrors 

surrounded by

parasites willing

to lick the lies off

of ugly round fish lips

poem of the day March 24


A late snow fall

brings a virgin white

covering mud season

tree branches with

an extra scoop of 

winter frosting

poem of the day March 23


The dawn

poked into

my morning

without a sound

Moved around

for a while

while I made

the rounds

By the time

I woke to 

fly my kite

It had disappeared

in the morning light

poem of the day March 22


Somethings about

early spring

The ground

still soggy

A patch of old snow

in the shadows

Birds flying around

Small sprouts winking 

The sun warm on cold day

poem of the day March 21


Sitting still

in a favorite chair

watching a favorite tree

who I hoped was watching me

I thought about how that could be

Does a tree need eyes in which to see?

a poem of the day March 20


Another day

in the new spiral

I feel like Dorothy 

being whirled 

and whirled

into another world

One where we have landed

in the wrong Oz

run by the wrong wizard

poem of the day March 19


Where do the homeless go'

when the ship sinks?

Are they all trapped on the Titanic

Below deck, doors bolted shut

Not able or allowed on lifeboats

How do they save themselves

from drowning in uncharted waters? 

Feels to me  like a big storm of a revolution 

is a brewing somewhere out in the virus wave that be

poem of the day March 18


The old General Store

open since  

the Civil War

is closing its door

The store had 

everything imaginable

from nails to steaks

from boots to paint

from tools to milk

from chain to silk

Had stoves and pipes

to keep you warm

on long winter nights

The store even had a

'What do you call it

for a whose a ma Gig' 

But now times are different 

things are changing

the old General Stores

can't make it no more

Even one from the Civil War

poem of the day March 16


Funny how 

humanity

comes together

only in uncertainty

I wonder how

this came to be?

Perhaps it comes

from ancient primitivity

But whatever it may be

it opens the clear

eye of empathy 

allowing all of us to see 

the real enemy

is not of you

is not of me

poem of the day March 17


soft light on

a wispy snow

thin thoughts

fall in silence

no birds chirping

singing this dawn

just a moment calm 

before the storm

poem of the day March 15


A balloon flies

on the air within

A kite flies on

the air without

Both have 

the same dream 

of soaring up, up

and away

There is a difference

but not as great

as night and day

poem of the day March 14


Last year's leaves

flying fast on a gusty march wind

One strikes my window

with a sharp Rap Tap Tap 

I hear the drum of ancestors 

unlocked by the old leaf

shouting to the dormant trees 

"Won't be long, Won't be long

poem of the day March 13


Now that we are

all separating

ourselves from

rest of humanity

it is time to find

A good house plant

A perfectly green friend

a living soul who waits and listens

needs very little

some water

some sun 

but shows us the way

to simple happiness

as it grows toward the light

poem of the day March 12


Another week of madness

The head monkey slips

on the puss of a yellow banana

Birds no longer fly over the moon

Little mice scurry back and forth

eating what is left of confidence

Games are now played on courts with no balls

Only the strong arm of fear 

allows this drip of madness

to continue like black waves

pounding out the riches of a poor restless shore

poem of the day March 11


A boat beached

in dry river

hoping to reach

the far away sea

prays for a hurricane

knowing her keel might

be buried too deep

to ride the new waves

as they splash over

her tired old hull 

poem of the day March 10


The chickadees

do not care

if  stocks are crash

by panic bears

They just sing inside my ear

Chick-a-Dee-Dee-Dee-Dee

Chick-a-Dee-Dee-Dee-Dee

Over and Over and Over again

reminding me of simple things

Happy things that don't rely

on how much money it takes to fly

poem of the day March 9


Patterns of life

define the

road we take

Used legs inch

forward with 

a comfortable gait

but If your feet 

keep reaching

the same old brick wall

then it is time to jump

away from the familiar

poem of the day March 8


There were photos

Some were pictures

Close details of the sun

The angels were ending

their run that begun

With sweethearts of sinners

some couple they knew

who watched the movies

where everyone grows

They called all the sinners

to learn how to behave

when one is inside 

a long serenade

I saw these emotions

overflow the old lake

It was exactly that moment

the angles ate cake

poem of the day March 7


There is light

but within the light

there is illumination

The intangible 

gloss of sunrise

sparkles fresh on the face

of trees, bees and me

awakening a timeless imagination

poem of the day March 6


The strong sun

warming fresh

on morning snow

All around me sounds

of winter melting

drips falling, merging

to become a seasonal stream

just like sleep drifting into dream

poem of the day March 5


The refection

of a clear lake

captures ever detail

of a traveling soul

Everything except

the hidden thoughts

Those secrets are told

only to the rising sun

poem of the day March 4


Collective fear

of the unknown

has changed so

many future plans

All the hope of

looking forward

to something special  

is now trapped

in the maze of

uncertainty 

It is a rapidly

moving condition

more contagious then

the virus itself

poem of the day March 3


Many steps in life

are taken on

the wrong path

where dead ends

once full of promise

break glass slippers

like big Cinderellas 

Still it does not matter

because everyone 

eventually walks

toward the light

leaving footprints

to point in the right direction

poem of the day March 2


I saw a bluebird

on a apple tree

sitting on a branch

I looked at him

He looked at me

Then he flew away

into the air like sea

poem of the day March 1


With a head

in the sand

buried deep

into delusion

it is hard

to find truth

Yet very easy 

to catch 

fats worms

full of good

tasting lies