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!"