poem of the day November 30 Warm air

Warm air

Warm sun

a good ritual

for the end 

of November

Winter still hides

somewhere

between Canada

and the arctic 

waiting like a cold kite  

for a strong North Wind

 poem of the day December 29 

Wild Artists have been set free

I have spotted them

gathered by the great trees

Near the rock ridge ledges 

Their landscapes creep over toil

Un-civilizing the civilized

Widening the wilderness

with all kinds of inspirations

capturing the vastness

The eye of the storm

blows over the canvas

like brushes of painted wind 

over and over again

 poem of the day November 28 How to spend

How to spend

your dime of time

In rooms

Outside

Happy

Sad

Up side down

Down side up

Another splash along

a river already 

full of splashing

Where to take

that long train

When to get off 

before you walk 

too long in times passed

 poem of the day November 27 

Lumens of light

with no ability

but shine bright

Directed by hands

of woman and man

illuminate everything 

from fake tans to

saturn's bands

Yet even then 

the lumens shine  

only what light sees

Not what humans

want them to be

 poem of the day November 26  

Time

does not 

matter

What does

matter is

living in 

the present

regardless of  time

 poem of the day November 25 

In the wet rain

I wonder 

how a drop

of water feels

when it finally

reaches the sea?

Does it remember

the sky from

which it came?

Does it merge

into the vast ocean

satisfied by the enormity

of giving up individuality?

Or does it yearn

to be another raindrop

falling wet down onto me?

 poem of the day November 

Kings of the jungle

Kings of the asphalt jungle 

The civilized wilderness

wasteland of cities

Kings of every concrete abstraction  

Attention all:

Kings pushing for the metaverse 

now have police recruiting

criminals and priests 

to wear long guns

as they put up posters

of narcissistic stars

Photoshopped copies of reality gone bad

Those megalomaniacs

vying for each other's attention

spout nothing but loaded words

full of hate and grievance 

used very well to divide the civilized

especially the Kings who drink their own kool aid

 poem of the day November 23 

The world

of thrills

Wild rides

on razor's edge

The jackpot 

of addiction

The race car

driven by

Intoxical Tingle 

does laps around 

the graveyard

too fantastically fast

 poem of the day November 22 

The change of tides

Water not able

to make up 

its mind

Always rushing

never stopping

Back and forth

In and out

This indecision

of where to be

Every few hours

Everyday 

all year long 

is driving 

some seaweeds crazy

 poem of the day November 21 

Two hands

over the heart

holding fast 

to flying dreams

like the wings

of wishbones

always flapping

always fragile

but able to love

 poem of the day November 20 

Stonewalls

in the middle

of thick woods

are a reminder

of the futile toil

involved in

clearing

virgin forests 

These monuments

These temporarily  tamed

boundaries of iron men

have now gone wild

covered by the very ancestors

of those trees that returned

slowly over time

 poem of the day Novemeber 19 

While sitting on the steps of an old tired store

on a big slab of Charlemont schist that came

from somewhere near Bambi's place 

I started musing 

about  a changing 

Avery's store that

is no longer owned

by generations passed

I have a postcard from 1906

of horse teams pulled up

to hitching posts

in front of the general store

where you could get anything

from good steaks

to good nails

and everything in between

You could even go in

and ask if they had a

what-do-you-call-it

for a-who's-a-ma-gig

And they would have it

Now you still can get groceries

a real good sandwich

with all the fixings

But you can no longer get

a-what-do-you-call-it

for a-who's-a-ma-jig

 poem of the day November 18 

Seems like

the old road

of travel has

taken a new path

A new direction

One where

you don't actually 

go anywhere

The world comes

to you

All you need

is a fancy headset

and a vacation program

to take you

places far and wide

to parts unknown

like a disney ride

where the well traveled path

no longer full of travelers 

dries out and dies

 poem of the day November 17 

Eating your

first snow

is a rite of passage

requiring a guide

I told my grandson

as we ran out barefoot

in the dawn

scraping together

two big round balls

of early November snow

We raced inside

to complete the ritual

Where we toasted

the big white balls

of divine water

right before 

taking giant bites 

In no time we

ran out for more

 poem of the day November 16 A master

A master

martial artist

died last night

His chi and soul

came and went 

Spread by the

knowing wings 

of an owl guide 

The last day

he spoke of 

simple pleasures

he would miss

like warm sun

basking his face

 poem of the day November 15 

A side of light

A side of dark

thrown inside 

the circle park

Round and Round

they never meet

always separated

Day and Night

never to merge

chocolate like

 poem of the day November 14 

Grey November

settling in

Slipping closer

to winter

Time spent

getting sleep

in the proper 

resting place 

Light works

it way down 

into the ground 

 poem of the day November 13 

Somewhere

on the road

coming

going

waiting

advancing

retreating

remaining

arriving

leaving

staying

similar words

Same old story

All souls

traveling

future

past

present

on highways

at different 

speeds

of being

 poem of the day November 12 

Hot air

from a hurricane

now just a 

straight down rain

All drips came from

way down south

a tropical bath for

a New England house

 poem of the day November 11 

All roads

eventually become

the same circle

Where like all round things

they endlessly spiral around

Lost in the wilderness until a few finally

with the help of a sharp satori 

pierce through into enlightenment

 poem of the day November 10 

Sometimes in the early dawn

when Moon and Sun

meet on either side

of a big old branchy tree

with their inner lights 

entwined and mingled

Would one still be able 

to tell a shadow 

from a moon shadow

 poem of the day November 9 

Touching down

of a meteor 

Something somewhere

from outer space

A piece of time travel

entering the atmosphere  

searing both Earth and Soul

A message from god or alien stone

rolls of dice sending Mars to Moon

 poem of the day November 8 

The leaves flew

as if they were
high on Indian Summer
A honey bee made
its way around the farm
savoring the
last sips of flower
A hawk rode the wind
all the way to heaven
And I watched 

the afternoon 

in all its glory 
happy for no reason

 poem of the day November 7 

A flock of bluebirds

have been around

these very warm days

I see them them flap

their blue wings over 

green meadows full

of copper leaves.

I think they rode

on the balmy air

to enjoy a few more moments

of swinging with some apples trees

 poem of the day November 6 

I wonder what

all those trees

standing together 

day and night 

are really thinking? 

After many endless years 

with very little to do but

meditate on the great outdoors

do trees ever get bored?

Do they branch out

into other thoughts? 

Do they like

dawn  better 

than dusk?

Are trees divided

50-50?

or are they a united supermajority?

What do trees think

of being shot by guns?

Are trees racists?

Have trees ever

thought about war?

 poem of the day November 5  

Hear Ye

Hear Ye

Hear Ye All

Floyd Sherman's

house is no more

The hoarder's lair

was raised today

and all his things

were buried away

A lifetime full of

hoarding they say

was all destroyed

in just one day

 poem of the day November 4 

Dawn and Dusk

Good friends 

that never meet

Not even once

The two windows

of Mother Earth

open and close

on either side 

of the sun

Their deep breaths

though separated 

by light and dark

follow  each other

like a mirror image 

as Earth revolves 

around the pulse of Sin

 poem of the day November 3

Finding

lost things

forgotten things

Truthful things

both inside

and outside

the circle

are hard

to find

when one

is distracted

by the views

from the ferris wheel 

 poem of the day November 2  

Deer with

white tails

chase fear

so quickly

Making it

impossible to

say hello

 poem of the day November 1 

The world

full of madness

swirling on oceans

of violence have

enter doublemint minds

Where the bullies have gathered

for a last stand

and are residing

by the fire of hate

betting everything 

on fanning  the flames of fame

with a new mantra

infamous is the new famous