poem of the day March 31 

All those rocks

lined up in a row

formed stone walls  

all over New England

I have to say 

what a clever way

for the hard working farmers

who cleared all those fields

to hide all those stones

for many generations

in beautiful plain sight

 poem of the day March 30 

There is light

like candles

that flick in

the wind

There is light

like pearls

the shine

forth within

So many suns

able to warm

So many souls

A  fine collection 

of rainbows to

brighten the world

 poem of the day March 29 

If the wind

at your back

pushes too hard

over the waves

of everyday life

Then one must

stand rooted

in the grand sea

like fine seaweed

at a heavenly ball

 poem of the day March 28 

At first look

every morning

The same

but different

inside and out

Yet each 

new morning 

Day after day

Year after year

the seemingly

imperceptible change

becomes profound 

 poem of the day March 27 

I had a long conversation

with a big spring crow

I was busy boiling maple

when it flew to the big ash

and started a deep cawing

I'm not sure what the

old corvid  was saying

but after a while

I answered back

faking my best crow

then the bird flew off

It was sort of Zen

 poem of the day March 26 The mourning doves

An army of mourning doves

gathered in the meadow

They were waving 

signs of peace

as they faced East

 poem of the day March 25 

How long

does it take

for a new path

to grow into

a familiar road

One where 

your shoes

just know

the right

way home

 poem of the day March 24 

a soft freezing rain

grew into dawn

a fine primordial day

a tide like day

slapping poles 

between two shores

that edge of seasons

lapping at change

 poem of the day March 23 

The slow swell

of returning buds

The energy 

emerging 

from within

Sun and moon

Day and night

The warm cold

cycle runs

up and down

awaking trees

with the rush

of  spring kisses

 poem of the day March 22 

The sog of

a sloppy hill

still fresh with

melt of snow

Made for 

messy footprints

on the slope below

I walked along

the edge of spring

carefully not 

to slip or fall

but the ground

wasn't very sound

and I fell after all

 poem of the day March 21 

More of less

Less of more

Open close

The circle door

All eyes scan

These two demands 

fish to fowl

sea and land

 poem of the day March 20 

The sad image

of an old tree

on the road

to Molly's

snapped off

in some fast

passing storm

The broken tree

lay twisted

between a few

tree friends

who I thought I

heard crying

 poem of the day March 19 An old ice pond

An old ice pond

long gone with time

now maintained

by a beaver train

The wooden bridge 

spans minds and lives

of all those ghosts

that sawed the ice

for others souls 

for midsummer nights

 poem of the day March 18

The delicious

taste of 

maple syrup

just drips

out of a tree

Simple for you

Simple for me

 poem of the day March 17 The line of frost

The line of frost

has been so crossed

has melted out of earth

On this nice warm day

the ground gave way

and threw out the cold

When I walked across 

this muddy field 

on shoes that 

soon got soaked

I did not not regret 

my feet were wet

cause winter lost its hold

 poem of the day March 16

What realm

beneath

the human soul

walks another land?

How many peels

within the wheels

are ground to

grains of sand?

Open all these wells 

with sounds

to tell of 

universal tunes

Many seek that bell

but few can tell

who strikes the bell for whom?

 poem of the day March 15 

A little patch

of early green

emerged in 

the meadow row

I noticed it 

looked just like 

a church steeple

full of hope but

sans the people 

 poem of the day March 14  

I lost today's poem

by a quick lick click

of my mindless finger

leaving me stunned 

staring at a blank page 

without a poem

It was a great poem

about perfect perfection

perhaps my best ever

but  a random click

was all that was needed

to sprout the seed 

of my own imperfection

leaving me with this 

second rate poem

for away from original perfection

 poem of the day March 13 

I woke up

a little confused

this morning

light was as usual

but time had changed

I was an hour late

for my coffee

 poem of the day March 12 

Small vernal streams

full of cold snow melt

pour down Warner Hill

so pure and inviting

Every sip is an early 

taste of spring

 poem of the day March 11  

Robins

hanging in 

Healy's field

Partying it up

Singing Beatle songs

grooving around

A whole bunch of them

I swear I even saw one

playing a bass guitar

 poem of the day March 10 

The snow

came back

very quickly 

Engulfing 

the meadow

again in a white robe

Very sudden like a curtain

pulled down to cover 

a dress rehearsal 

 poem of the day March 9 

So is war

just another

form of clockwork?

Some weird  human analog 

signaling strange times?

The world of world war emerges 

every generation

with little exception 

Growing every day

Until  indecision

appears with

too much force

and once again

the clock strikes 

the evil of men

 poem of the day March 8 

A strong wind

spring winter rain

disappearing the snow

Only white patches 

left for wintertime fairies 

A deep darken night

not as cold as before

Sap still high in the trees

I think it must be a movie

 poem of the day March 7 

The moment

of a day

Perfect sun

Warm soft snow 

The base of a tree

melts toward me

The feeling 

of being opened

by some universal

grandness

overtakes

thoughts of 

man's smallness

 poem of the day March 6 

Everyday

as I join the screen

to watch the world

I am reminded

of the collective

battle soul of

good and evil

and how there

is a fine line

between the two

that can be reduced

to and through feelings 

born throughout

the manipulations 

of love and hate

 poem of the day March 5 

A smaller world

does link the game

of a madman who

wears no shame

Who believes he

must obliterate 

a free Ukraine

What news he spreads

across his wire

is news controlled by

his forced red fire

And sitting far away

at a long big table

in some Moscow rain

Putin tends his bombs 

to kill and maim

just so crazy

just so insane

this madman's game 

to obliterate Ukraine

the world must enter and stop

not sit around and pretend to hop

 poem of the day March 4 

The sun lingers

well into 

yesterday 

afternoon

The extra light

grows very nicely

The spring spirit

drifts slow and sure

 poem of the day March 

For many reasons

in strange times

it can sometimes

be very interesting

almost thrilling  

to think of 

and if lucky

to watch simple things 

as they spring to life

like sweet sap dripping

from a maple tree

 poem of the day March 2 

Ability of

long worn

bone

depends

upon a

reaching mind

How we feel

inside our sea

is up to you

is up to me

 poem of the day March 1 

A lot of

old sayings

seem to

be making

the rounds

Seem to be

on the lips

of most everyone

Maybe it's

time to cry

out into

these old

archetypes 

and ask them

if they are

Ok with a

new version

Original or not