poem of the day August 31 

Ice is like

a fragile glue

melts away

all you do

Boundaries

a few degrees   

only works

in a freeze 

 poem of the day August 30 

A ghost row

of an old maple grove

Grey trunks shimmering

alive in a morning fog

lining a New England road

somewhere near Vermont

The old stumps appear to dance

like cinderella in sugar season 

I can almost taste the sweet sap

of long gone years of yesterday

 poem of the day August 29 

In a trap of time

unclothed in robes

the newly gathered 

appeared at the gate 

unaware of the journey 

that has just begun 

 poem of the day August 28  

The late green of August

still fresh and alive

No tree that I can see

has given up 

on summertime

But soon 

as sure as 

a night with  moon

The leaves will change 

like every year

until the last leaf falls 

and the trees are bare

 poem of the day August 27 

The dabble of a meadow rain

feels wet upon the skin
Big clouds hide an open sky

framed like a cradled night
A sudden crackle with a gust of wind
disappears soon without a trace

This quick lived storm is not the norm

in a summer tipping away from light

 poem of thge day August 26 

After many years

of piloting into

calmer seas

Reliving the feeling 

of an old unwanted 

familiar habit 

as it abruptly

breaks through 

from deep inside

is a reminder

of storms still hiding

somewhere within

the remembered soul 

of all glass vessels

 poem of the day August 25

The wings of crickets

once again

dominate the 

morning sounds

A grand horde

of music chimes

their symphony surrounds

both in and out of every yard

makes no difference 

to them at all

The play at dawn

The play at night

the same exacting call

 poem of the day August 24

Does light

follow dark?

Does dark 

follow light?

Which came first

day or night?

Does it matter

at all to the suns

shining bright

on everyone?

 poem of the day August 23 

The rain

arrived

at 3:35

While

I was

talking to

a butterfly

We did

not think

the rain

would fly

Both of us 

were quite

surprised 

 poem of the day August 22 

Miles away

from any sea

everyone can

put a shell 

to their ear

and hear the roar 

of rushing waves

but only a master

will know which

ocean is calling

 poem of the day August 21

Cracks of light

breaking out

over the peaks

of Saddleback

Vermont sunrise

Something so simple

so basic 

so beautiful

like all sunrises

but a pleasure

often missed

by those in need of sleep

 poem of the day August 20 

Finally the dragonflies

have arrived and
filled the skies
They glide across
the expanse of fields
in formations so unreal
Like magnificent men
in their flying machines
I see their dance 
as great romance
They go up

They go down
each and every flight
in packs they fly
in sheer delight

 poem of the day August 19 

Humanity

defined

as harmony

Individual pieces

of a grand puzzle

Fitting together 

with imperfections

almost perfectly

 poem of the day August 18 

plain pure light

no colored hue

no fuzzy film

just the way

things are

 poem of the day August 17 

On this still morning

super dry overcasting

but no lick of rain

I am like a weird God

as I water the chosen

plants of human desire

Outside the gates

of my garden

I feel the hordes

of other thirsty 

plants and trees

desperately looking

for a few drops

I hear their soulful pleas

Please, Please water me

 poem of the day August 16 

interpreting

misinterpreting

miss the interpret

inter the misinterpret

At some point in

with all these interpretations 

bumping into each other

the lines of reality get blurred

into complete confusion 

and everything 

just becomes a point of view

 poem of the day August 15

AH, the dilemma

of caterpillars 

brought inside

to watch them

metamorphosize  

With MilkWeed

in short supply

I went to gather

what was left

by the hillside

On one eaten leaf was

a very tiny caterpillar

that would need 

my picked leaves to survive

So what did I do?

Some of you might be pondering

It was really quite a dilemma

But after much thought 

I took in the little fella

Now I am happy to say

all these Monarch caterpillars  

will all be metamorphosing together

 poem of the day August 14 A cold dawn

A cold dawn

for an August

dog day

Clear, still

Birds quiet

No sound

inside or out

A nice space

for mortals

to be reminded

of solitude 

 poem of the day August 13 

A rock

on the edge

of a river

Sometimes

underwater

Sometimes

above

But never

able to

decide

for itself

Reminding

me of

the power

of things

beyond control

 poem of the day August 12 

My house plants

have gotten 

into the dog days

Into the summer groove 

Happily hanging  

soaking in the rays

I see them basking 

in hot August weather

working on their leaves

thinking about life

rain, outside wind

and deep soulful smiles

something for them to remember

inside rocking by the warm winter fire

 poem of the day August 11

Somewhere the floor

stands firm and stoic

Able to hold the tread of 

footprints old and new

The long boards creak

under the sounds of life

Sometimes they buckle

Sometimes they break

Only the cat seems to know 

where to walk within these lines

 poem of the day August 

A morning sunrise

brings to light
many things
Big and small
in and out of us all

 poem of the day August 9 

Some shore

along a stretch
of sand
full of  clams
holds a tiny view
But what it sees
is long and true
like tides of life 
are of no concern
What they fear
are tidal worms

 poem of the day August 8 

I'm designing a line

of alignment clothes

Gravity alignment clothing

A collection of fine

must have beautifully crafted  posture correctors 

made of tiny sensors sending out gentle

almost undetectable posture pulses

to every part of anybody's body

Gravity pulses with changes so subtle

most will not even be aware 

they are changing until 

over time they are 

profoundly changed

but only if they sufficiently wear

the special alignment clothes

 poem of the day August 7 

River shallows

hide a world

full of tiny fry

Small schools

of young fish

swimming

in and out

of rock eddies 

safety away 

from river rapids

but still in water

deep enough

to be of danger

 poem of the day August 6 

With all those stars

shining in outer space

I have to wonder

if they ever race?

Do they full out sprint

to the galaxy line

and bend the rules

of light and time? 

 poem of the day August 5 

The pace of rain

is not keeping up

with the sun

The parched meadow

is like a patch of

fried green eggs

with burned brown centers

I heard a few ants

complaining about

the situation

Especially about

a loud cricket

making jokes

about an upcoming

insect apocalypse

 poem of the day August 4  

A shadow silhouette

The act of an open door.

A green band

upon the hand

about to twist the knob

It was all caught

in a motionless thought

by the grace of what we see

While climbing the stairs unaware

the shadow did appear to be 

 poem of the day August 3 

Falling into habits

Falling into the familiar

Easy to follow things passed

Change is always a hard road

especially when compared

to worn tracks of a lifetime

The trick is to remember

Some shoes are able

to handle both

 poem of the day August 2 

What if Angels

really were Angles

Each degree

a flapping spirit

Each gradient

a temple guardian 

Then the triangle

would be the steeple

to climb the light for everyday people

 poem of the day August 1 

The walk

from here

to there

To complete 

the journey

directions are

sometimes needed

to avoid dark clouds

caused by the very gait

the determined stride

of each step 

wrongly taken