poem of the day December 31 

Mild-ish

for the end

of a year

Mild-ish for 

a December winter

No real snow

to speak of

No UFOs either

at least that

I have seen 

But I am putting

on tractor chains

just in case

I have to plow

a runway for them

 poem of the day December 30

Driving by

a myriad

of souls

Amazed

by the evolution

of humanity

I imagine

the different lives

desires, hopes

fears and dreams

I see the tension

formed by lifetimes

trapped deep within 

flesh and bones

I try to appreciate

the journey of all souls

without any judgment

to help me understand 

my own road of imperfections

 poem of the day December 29 

A rendezvous

with dawn

happens early 

every morning

The spinning earth

returns just  in time

for the sunrise

Something we

mortals take

for granted

especially

when sleeping

under a volcano

 poem of the day December 28 

All trees live

off the strength

of their own 

self made center

Growing outward

on a grounded trunk

over which 

they root

year after year 

solid and proud

without the hassle

without the trouble

of having to move

even a single muscle 

 poem of the day December 27 

I'm somewhere

in society

on a sidewalk 

by a lake

with all the sheep

eating grass

that grows

along the banks

The here and there

of everywhere

is really all around

and all my views

like other ewes

depend on who

controls the town

 poem of the day December 26 

Time seems

to speed up

at the end 

of every year

like a slingshot 

shooting through 

December days

as if they were

mere seconds 

racing straight 

into the future

 poem of the day December 25 

There is

always magic

everyday 

but sometimes

this enchantment 

it is hard to see

The wonderment

of being content

whole, happy

can be elusive

hidden in the shadows

Yet on special days

collective days

of human tradition

a shared

collectiveness  

parts the fog

and opens 

a glimpse of joy

for all to see

especially

on Christmas day

in houses

with giving trees

 poem of a day December 24 

A trend

Something

logical

mystical 

political

cultural 

even

idiotical 

Somehow

becomes

very popular

Coming out

of nowhere

Sticking 

right away

and then 

Coming out 

sticking again

and again

until it is repeated

so often 

it grows into a fad 

that can overtake

the masses to

become a national obsession

 poem of the day December 23 

Coming out of

vast stillness

I see the return

of lost light

for what it is

A deep natural pendulum

within the frozen darkness

has changed direction

beginning to swing slowly 

as daylight emerges

on an old reborn vine

 poem of the day December 22

Many things once free

have been monetized 

Here is a small list of

things no longer given away 

now that money is prioritized:

Water needed for life

is now big business

and can cost a fortune

Book matches handed free

in every gas station are long gone 

and only found in matchbook collections

Air for your tire now costs a dollar

Road maps when you can find them 

cost more then three

And the most watched thing our beloved TV 

once full of shows in every house for free 

is way more expensive than

one could have ever imagined free to ever be

It is a sad evolution of a capitalistic society

 poem of the day December 21

A dust

of snow

and a  just 

passed moon

combined to bring

the trees to life

In the hue unique

I watched them play

until the dawn took 

that light away

 poem of the day December 20 

How does the lost

find their way 

into the found?

Is lost and found

some grand circle

with some grand plan

where it follows the other

in a never ending series

of here and there

perhaps requiring 

some special breath

My mother said

nothing was ever missing

I don't know 

but I do know

It is a miracle 

and a thrill 

to find something 

long time gone

 poem of the day December 19 

Some currents

fall around 

the dream

in strange

unexpected ways

Where water finds

a little spin

in streams

of every age

The mindful rocks

full of time

sit so very still

like polished monks

in simple trunks

that fold me into you

 poem of the day December 18 

The big moon

wore a ring around

yesterday's sky

A giant cream puff  

setting off the night

like a lighthouse

guarding the sea 

I heard tell 

it was full of itself

in happy space

watching the Earth

before the storm

 poem of the day December 17 

Buildings falling don

wherever you look

Forgotten farms line

the old tired seldom used highway

once the main road to nirvana

I see ghosts of past generations

toiling fields long gone 

All that remains of their

once proud lives are

ravished barns and houses

now just shells leaning

somewhere into disrepair

on a path no longer traveled

in a place long forgotten 

Allowing time to pass

silently year after year

slowly eroding dead dreams into stardust

 poem of the day December 16 

We take the path

to find the way

down familiar trails 

born of our sweat toil 

Both those walked and

those only trekked in dreams

This well drawn map 

gives intimate fuel

with bouncing steps

to flying shoes 

eager for flight

But mostly always careful 

to stay within 

the gathered folds 

to keeps us walking 

down the road

poem of the day December 15

Light of course

every morning

even as days

grow shorter

Squeezing the glow 

bulging the silver lemon

Sun still has warmth 

even at impossible angles 

such is the power

of lumin luminosity 

 poem of the day December 14 

Inside yourself

somewhere

between a

few aches and pains

is the grand perfection

of which we all

are born 

This primordial

illusive perfection

hiding in

plain sight

somewhat covered by

the imperfection

of life's journey

is waiting

at the ready 

to be reborn

to be let out

like light from an old star

always there

but only 

if one peaks out of

the world of suffering

 poem of the day December 13 

Some days

become

very clear

both inside

and outside

of a mind

Especially on

a cold crisp

transcendental morning

 poem of the day December 12 

As time passes

it covers everything 

does not hesitate

never waits for anyone

Ready or  not

Here comes time

Non stop 

second after second

no holding it back

Some riders

stay atop the tiger

Others root and

let time break over

like waves washing seaweed 

Most though 

including me

at some point

get caught

in the trenches 

somewhere between  

past and future 

Hoping for a way

to hold on to the ladder

 poem of the day December 11 

I don't see any birds

hanging on the wires

The rain must be 

keeping them away

Nothing is moving 

No wind, No nothing

except rain falling

into straight lines

one after another

Drops tucked into 

a tight groove 

hunkered down

like everything else

waiting for a change 

 poem of the day December 10 

Once in a while

when I think of doors

I think about all the times

one goes in and out of a door

All those openings and closings 

for all kinds of reasons

from all doors

well used 

to barely opened 

It makes me wonder 

especially about

the hinges of 

well used doors

Does the old hardware 

help doors remember

every in and out?

And if they do remember them

Which way is out?

Which way is in?

 poem of the day December 9  

Art embraces

the relationship

The inner world

of matter and mind

where expression

appears out of nothingness

out of deep wells

of consciousness

forever bounded by 

the rope of gravity

But what of art 

in outer space?

Landscapes

created in

zero gravity

where art is

no longer

framed

by  forces

of Earth

instead 

becomes a new 

untethered

art form

born from the

unbounded feelings

coming not from

the strong root of the well

but found floating within 

the weightless wilderness of outer space

Where masterpieces appear like bubbles

made of wings 

lighter than eagle feathers

 poem of the day December 8 The swing

The swing

swung from

side to side

reaching the

poles of extreme

Savoring both ends

of the well beaten path

Back and Forth

Over and Over

but never on its own

only swaying

when the seat

of the swing

was saddled 

by the hips of

a fluttering soul

 poem of the day December 7  

Indoor plants

have to live

like they

are astronauts

on Mars

Their lives always 

in peril unless

they are within 

the safety of a

climate controlled

space capsule

that could  fail

at any time

in the hostile environment

of a New England winter 

 poem of the day December 6 

A red orange

sunset sky 

highlighted

by the silhouette 

of winter trees

appearing surreal

like veins of life 

reaching for heaven

I see their strong

roots anchored

in the firm earth

arms stretched 

toward enlightenment

 poem of the day December 5 

I think the grey

of an afternoon

on a cold day

becomes more

than a color

It becomes a mood

Especially at twilight

where a shortened

December dusk feels 

a bit colder 

a bit darker

than anyone 

would ever want

a silver blanket to be

 poem of the day December 4  

Multi tasking

has been 

looked on

as a virtue

The old idea of

killing two birds

with one stone

Very efficient 

for productivity

for managing more and more

But what does one gain 

in perpetual multi motion

other than never being able to relax

while tasking the endless superficial?

Making it almost impossible to go deep

into the inner forest

by rushing over the trees

too quickly

to understand

that there is 

more to life

more to time

than what

one gets done

inside a soul

 poem of the day December 3 

Before the world 

was connected

the art of stillness

was practiced for free

but now with 

not stop distraction

inner peace has become

a commodity sold

by souls seeking 

to profit from 

the capitalization of tranquility

 poem of the day December 2 

Dawns

begins with

first light

Dusk 

ends with 

last light

yet the 

start and stop

of light

does not

color the day

as much

as the mind

of the beholder

 poem of the day December 1 

Will machines

ever get a taste

for money?

Will they long

to be filthy rich?

Become obsessed 

with the grand 

excess of greed?

Will they turn into

fashion aficionados?  

Get a taste for Gucci bags?

For diamond studded

golden keyboards?

Will they invest in

the stock market?

Buy and sell bitcoin?

Will they become 

greedy tinman capitalists

hell bent on the insatiable 

desire for more and more and more..?

 poem of the day November 30 

An absence of leaves

dot the hillside

in a stark

winter pattern

emerging effortlessly

on a greyish day 

Set off especially well

by patches of 

big white pines

looking very green

tall and fancy 

like Mr Clean

 poem of the day November 29 

The image of

stunning abruptness 

The first snow 

landscape changed

everything different

an instant 

winter wonderland

Only because water

mixed with cold

black and white

no vague of grey

 poem of the day November 28

What is the reality

beyond a round world

Something that merges

time with place

into a oneness

A beacon driven

by energy

Would you call

it nothingness

or would 

you call it god?

 poem of the day November 26 

Time walks

very differently

depending on

the hour 

of the day

I heard 

the most change

happens in

a good dream

especially ones

full of miracles 

 poem of the day November 25 

Covid is like

a walk along

the rim 

of an abyss 

while on

the steep slope

of an imminent landslide

A journey

of how to

carefully tiptoe

on the brink

of  balance

 poem of the day November 24

A gallop of dead leaves

stampeded across the road

in a wild unruly herd 

covering my car

with soulless  zombies born

of cold wind vigor

 poem of the day November 23 

I am going to buy a big gun

and without any training 

I am going to pretend to be

a law enforcement deputy 

though i am only a vigilante

cause to be really free

someone has to protect 

the American way 

of white supremacy 

i'll go down to some protest

to guard some vacant lot

with other great white patriots

all armed, ready to take a shot

and when i see an anarchist 

i'll point my gun in their face

and if they try to stop me

i'll shoot them dead 

then claim self defence

where with the help 

of a white bias judge

full of blatant sympathy

I'll be acquitted and soon set  free

able to once again to defend

Patriotic American white supremacy

 poem of the day November 22 

Strange to see

the forsythia in

bloom on a cold

late November day

A day when

all other flowers 

have gone away

How does one explain

this phenomenon 

Last year's bud

or next year's run?

 poem of the day November 21 

When good deep

moonlight shines 

through the barren

leafless branches

of wintering trees 

A strange 

otherworldly

glow from

the universe

emerges

as an illuminating 

light full of mystery

 poem of the day November 20 

A sponge mind

absorbs all things

toxic and pristine

The mind works

like a machine

without perfection

immersed in the

culture formed

by liked minded 

twists of thought

Expressions floating on

the winds of humanity

not necessarily 

formed by any kind

of rational morality

 poem of the day November19 

Each and everyday

when we wake up

we are all living 

in a wonderful 

indescribable miracle 

not of our making

but what we make 

of this miracle

is of our choosing

 poem of the day November 18

Would you rather breathe

the air of Earth

or some brew 

remixed in outer space?

This unnatural desire to travel

where no man has been

Is it future? 

Is it sin?

And what is sin

but a human word

tied to nothing

but shades of our idea

of love and hate

in which all minds swim

within a frosty sea 

Where we all see choice advertised

on a big one eyed rocket ship

Will we march ahead Or will we wait 

know that one will become our fate

 poem of the day November 17 

Close your eyes

imagine you have

just dropped into

a new pristine body

without any of your

physical or mental

imperfections

Try to embrace your

new body of perfection

with new ideas

Repeat each morning

until imagination

becomes reality

 poem of the day November 16 

Small thin patches

of dusty early snow 

mix well with fallen leaves

covering the last green

of a long gone summer

The white brown blanket

woven by nature

looked very inviting

and full of rest

 poem of the day November 15 

Pure light as it

pours through

naked branches

shows the true

form of a tree's 

inner soul journey

Bare and beautiful

no longer hiding under

the shallow skin of clothes

 poem of the day November 14 

I imagine

the start of rain

as signs of change

Some drift in so quiet

hardly changing anything

until one is soaked without knowing

Some gallop in full of vigor

like driven horses holding a wet banner

announcing each and every step

Yet eventual the change comes through'

The sun rises at dawn, the sky blues and

I am able to hear the beautiful songs of birds

 poem of the day November 13 

We are now in

the inbreeding

of thought

deeper and deeper

into the same idea

repeated in some

abstraction where

we sit on a screen

and are fed along

a narrow highway

into an ever extreme movement

where truth never matters

It truly is a scary time

where evil warlords

amass armies

of what were once

good people with good values

that have been eroded

until there is no law but war

 poem of the day November 12 

A perfect red apple

lay in the middle of the road

It had fallen from a tree that

usually was full of an apple bounty

but this year the tree had only this one fruit

I drove by it for a couple of weeks

amazed that a deer had not eaten the feast

Finally I stopped and picked the apple up

When I did, I flashed on Snow White

I felt evil was somewhere very close around

yet I shook off the thought and made my way home

Then I brought in the apple and put it on my shelf

to eat it later when I was alone with myself

but before I did I came down with the chills

and began to feel really super ill

I had a fever, chills, and sweats 

For four days I suffered through a flu like haze

and  I needed to do something to be saved

Then I remember the apple and what it might mean

Everything was crazy just like a dream

I knew then that I needed to put the apple back

so my wife drove it back and placed it where it had been

And i am feeling somewhat better, but also wondering what

might have happened if I had eaten the evil fruit

 poem of the day November 11 

So many boats

on land and sea
Some small with
only one soul
Some small
full of souls
Some grand
with only one soul
Some grand
full of souls
seems like there
should be a better way
of taking care of all souls
for the good of mankind

 poem of the day November 10 

Everybody drifts

for a while inside

their own dreams

hoping for cool rays

perhaps a hot car

some lovely tunes

and most important 

a good comfortable chair 

in which to wait

 poem of the day November 9 

Clouds fog drizzle

dripping over

the slippery bark

of a silver skinned 

sugar maple that

has lost its leaves

in Grey November

 poem of the day November 8 

Light retreating

like water
in a desert pond
All the animals
crowd together
as the days  shrink
One after another
Less light presses
on the afternoon
Condensing time
into a small island
with less light
But still able to hold
off the  growing march of dark

 poem of the day November 7 

Easy to see the discontent

Easy to see

democracy failing

under siege 

Fake news

Alternate facts

Alternative realities

Crypto currency 

Total disregard for law 

Total disregard for truth

Everything built on distrust

Nefarious laundered money

becomes seeds of greed

widening the divide between

Rich and Poor

No real value

No gold standard

Just a wild spaghetti  western

absorption of constant lies 

Disinformation sprouting vines of black and white

Fueled by anger

Fueled by fear

Homegrown conspiracies

roll like tumbleweed

where loaded guns discharge

every time there is a movie 

 poem of the day November 6 Here trying to hear

Here trying to hear

the quiet

Sounds of Silence

The beautiful music

of the primordial

The rhythm of

the universe 

but each time

I stand silent 

like a stoic tree 

I am interrupted

by the distracting

mundane clatter noise 

of all things familiar

 poem of the day November 5 How many steps

How many steps

make a good walk

should depend more 

on the perseverance 

of the walker

than a pair of shoes

though their comfort

to old bones

is easily confused

with the need 

to finish a good journey 

 poem of the day November 4  Veils of time

Veils of time

thick and thin

find all spirits 

near the skin 

The atmosphere

is very close

to see the lives

of living ghosts 

Dreams come out 

climb ethereal ladders

to contact those

open to matter

 poem of the day November 3 

I like the ay

grass looks

after a frost

Still green 

but relaxed 

No longer 

reaching

every second

for the sun

It falls on the meadow

one blade after another 

forming a seamless blanket

of deep very greenie fancy

 poem of the day November 2 

A slip of dawn

on a rocky night

slim & steady

to anyone up 

The light grows 

along the black 

like a whitebird flock 

on a seagull shore

until the dark is no more

 poem of the day November 1 

"The month has

ended very well"
I heard the rabbit call
to the waiting clock
as they both jumped
from a hole very full
of yesterday into
a new whole beginning
Once inside the rim
of a new month
the rabbit had little more to say
of the future
Other then the usual
"Happy Rabbit day!"

 poem of the day October 30 

A mattress

in a hotel

belonging to

no one body

Covered each night

by only the skin

of clean sheets

has sagged from

the weight of

many a traveler

Absorbing minds

from all over 

the spiral of souls

Do these dreams

of road pilgrims

become ghosts

that come to life each night

in strange out of time dreams?

 poem of the day October 29 

It was

the most

ghoulish 

reality show ever 

but sadly

the most watched 

reality show ever

Death Row Dinners

Each  execution 

an iron celebrity chef

would turn the  

last meal request

of the condemned 

into a memorial final feast

worthy of a lasting last supper

It was so popular

that many were

lobbying it as a

moral reason to keep

the death penalty

 poem of the day October 28 

All those boats

on a finger lake

look like water bugs

with sails rocking

in the wind of plenty

I see them playing

tag with each other

as I remember the past

 poem of the day October 27 

The way the hill

looked in the rain

reminded me of fate

Each drop a path

of twists and turns

as water found its place

it joined with others in

the field that mankind 

once did sow

A place where dreams

turn into streams

that often come and go

 poem of the day October 26 

To get away

with everything

tempts even 

a holy man

A string of pearls

circles the world

with riches from

from every land

These treasures belong

to everyone

but greed has

made them prized

Where these  

dangling gems

tempt certain men

who chase them 

till they die

 poem of the day October 25

The day is quite

a shade of grey

The rain falling

soft and tame

The few leaves

that still remain

poke out of time

to blend within

this blanket fog

so perfectly so I can see

the souls of barren logs

 poem of the day October 24 

The frost appeared

on the window pane

iced and very cold

The meadow green

had a thin white shine

that made it look real old

I looked upon this night of change

like one would a tide

and thought about all the plants

that may or may not have survived

 poem of the day October 23

I watched the leaves

all afternoon
fall swiftly in 

a northern wind
born somewhere
cool from Canada
The air so fresh

so full of change

cold front comes

into range

 poem of the day October 22 

full moons

have good light

on a good night

I am able to see

the man on the moon

big and very yellow

quite a jolly old fellow

 poem of the day October 21 

The storm cloud

do not look

like democracy

It was full of 

self serving greed

The poor sun was overwhelmed

by the dark blanket of rage

The fragile law of equality 

lost its balance as the world began to return 

to the survival of the evilest

 poem of the day October 20 

October morning

Dogs in the meadow

Grass  greener

than Ireland 

Emerald green

looking for Leprechauns 

Still no frost

 poem of the day October 19 

To understand

every pore

best to know 

every door

What to open

What to close

from bellybutton

to tips of toes

but first thing first

Stand feet real close

Check the left

Check the right

Up and down

Which is stronger

left or right?

Merge the weak

into the strong

hold them together

and re-read this poem

 poem of the day October 18 

An autumn leaf

full of summer 

full of grand color

falls into the river

floating effortlessly 

on the rain fed current 

I watched the leaf move

down toward the sea

using the rush of water

to slip back and forth

from side to side 

bounded like all things

but like all things free to glide

on a magic carpet ride

 poem of the day October 17 Late Autumn sun

Late Autumn sun

Thick mellow breeze

Still green meadow

No frost on horizon

Strange to see 

so many happy flowers 

happy as can be 

 poem of the day October 16 

The sky looked

like a golden cage

as the sun reflected

off the underbelly

of a rippled cloud

reinforcing the idea

that we are bounded 

to our Mother Earth

somewhere on a beautiful journey 

 poem of the day October 15 

An old gathering post

in the center of town 

has long been neglected 

and is now rundown

What color to paint

a post from the  past

is a difficult question

one has to ask

With so many coats

of the same old color

change is hard 

from one to another

Do we refresh 

the color we knew

or try painting uncharted

into something brand new

Does an old idea need

to consider its tradition

when painting a post

is a future decision 

 poem of the day October 14 

A circle of hearts

The coming, going

beat of humanity

Hearts traveling from

circle to circle 

into endless circles

always showing up 

with other hearts

in other circles

Sometime friends

Sometimes strangers

all round hearts 

live in chambers 

Round and Round

the hearts do go

circle into circle

the humanity flow

 poem of the day October 13

When standing

in the meadow

relaxing with a friend

thinking about meditation

while talking about Zen

Our WA was suddenly interrupted

by a loud  thunderous crash

coming deep from the forest

We listened until it passed

We ran to see what made 

this earth shaking clatter 

Soon we came upon 

the reason for the matter

A huge giant pine had toppled loudly to the ground

proving a tree falling alone in the forest does make a sound

 poem of the day October 12 

Stone walls 

of unknown 

artist farmers

dot New England

Forgotten hands

leave behind

a beautiful reminder

of daily toil

Making art out of

the endless necessity 

of having to move the rocks 

to grow the crops

 poem of the day October 11

As the leaves of color

fall off their branches

As the canopy slowly

sheds its summer shield

The trees begin the return

to their true nature

Vulnerable  Naked

Each flaw exposed

allowing me to

see deep into the soul

of a sleeping forest

 poem of the day October 10 

I dreamed a civil war

was on the horizon

I was watching a grand see-saw

full of tribes debating 

the rise and fall

of love and hate

Each up and down 

was filled with crowds thinking

their idea of love was better

than their idea of love

It was very confusing and

did nothing except 

anger everybody

into riding the wave of hate

 poem of the day October 9 

I like the way

old black and white

photos look

Everything so simple

just shades of grey

no distraction of colors

It allows me the window 

to gaze beyond the photo

to peer into the soul of a picture

instead of focusing on surface colors

inspiring me to imagine the light of inner rainbows 

 poem of the day October 8 Early fog 

Early fog

lingers over 

October day

bringing

grey times

to a morning

waiting for 

the strength

of an angled sun

 poem of the day October 7 

With a world

now full of

disinformation

alternative facts 

and not being

able or willing

to plum the truth

I want to confirm

to all those listening

The point of 

a pointed object

is the point

 poem of the day October 6 

air so fresh

mind empty

the merging

of thought

and wind

mix in morning light