poem of the day December 31 

"Where does one grow

roots around here" asked

the newly arrived 

invasive specie 

as it cozied up

to the native plants

eager to hear their answer

"Well we all grow down

in that direction"

"Great " the invasive smiled sending

a few runners racing  that way

 poem of the day December 30 

Big waves

Rogue waves

Rough waves

on the oceans

in the minds

Waves coming out of

nowhere

to be everywhere

Pounding the shore line

Pounding the heartland

this inside out breaking

swells both blood and water

into strange waves indeed

 poem of the day December 29 

All those minds

All those hearts

joined together

in a bundle

of emotional humanity

A wet ocean of 

faulty souls

impossible to replicate

in the consciousness 

of smart artificial 

intelligence machines 

Too predictably clever

to understand or grasp

the beautiful imperfections 

of human perfection

 poem of the day December 28

Rain in winter

on a warm 

December dawn

leaves little 

to show for

a land used 

to snow

Its wetness

rushes into

vernal streams

usually frozen

till spring

 poem of the day December 27 

In this crazy anti democratic environment

being pushed by swarms of wannabees

romancing, popularizing

admiring and worshipping 

Ruthless strongmen

Evil dictators 

Authoritative regimes 

There have been some 

unintended consequences  

For instance I just heard

King Charles has taken

full advantage of the situation

and is leading a popular uprising 

demanding the monarchy be reinstated 

that he, King Charles be restored as the rightful ruler

of Jolly Old England

effective immediately 

At this time there are unsubstantiated  reports

his supporters led

by the royal family

have taken over

all of Buckingham Palace 

armed to the teeth with plowshares

 poem of the day December 26 

Pink silhouettes

the bare branches

in the background

of winter dawn

The sun is still

below the horizon

stretching into minds

The light of the morning

opens on waiting trees

until finally the sun rises

for all souls to see

poem of the day December 25

God entered

the human plane

through the flesh

of Jesus 

The king of

all perfection

Born in a manger

on this day

thousands of years ago

He was raised by 

wise esoteric Essenes 

to bridge the mystical

gap between 

mortal and immortal

There he started teaching

the traditions of Judaism 

until he went into the wilderness

of  Asia to see Lao Tzu 

and some say the Buddha too

Jesus came back enlightened 

in the bones of everyone

except for those who 

feared his power

His vision of one

So they arrested him

then stoked the angry mob

giving them the fool's choice

of death or life

Sadly, the brainwashed mob 

controlled by evil men

choose  for Jesus a crucifixion

but then he arose in resurrection 

inside us all as human perfection

 poem of the day December 24 

Short dreams

Long dreams

revolve around 

the night

Which one you live

Which one you give

depends upon 

the light

When morning comes

only bits of some

are remembered 

if one tries

as most of dreams 

and what they mean

get covered by sunrise

 poem of the day December 23 

So nice

cold, sun, meadow

late afternoon

Mostly quiet outside

The only sound

the usual squabbling 

squawking blue jays 

making their loud 

extroverted rounds

like a circling echo

flying down the farm

 poem of the day December 22 

I wonder about

human treasures

Treasures left behind

Golden tidbits of time

hiding in old houses

Forgotten town inns

Church steeples

Treasures hidden

long ago by 

the lives of

Ghostly souls

Long gone travelers 

Treasures waiting to be

rediscovered 

I also wonder about

what has happened to

the ethereal treasures 

forever lost in time

Treasures that died

with the lives of those very souls

like music laughter and love 

 poem of the day December 21

The shortest day

The longest night

The great cycle rests

like low tide before 

arising from the depths

of the darkest stillness 

There the change begins

to stir the belly 

with a soft breath

The winter solstice  

marks the return of light

 poem of the day December 20 

The lack of

a good big melting pot

boils over a nation

into steaming streams

of mislead anger

The hot emotion

upsets the caste foundation

of brittle old white cast iron

The danger of leaking gas

makes the world dicey

The sage of omnipresence 

who once sang lead at the lost opera

before the pot boiled over

Now says to believe 

and be afraid of the words

of wantabe dictators  

 poem of the day December 19 

I am sitting

next to my perfect 

Christmas tree

watching

as the sun rises

over the ridge

of old christmas trees

Evergreens picked over

year after year because 

of their imperfections

Never having to have their lives

cut short and sacrificed

for a silly human tradition

The light shining through 

their treetops has reminded me

of wise humble men and women

content in their own imperfect skin

happy not to be concerned

with the shallow fleeting deadly 

misunderstood vanity of 

someone else's perfection

 poem of the day December 18 

It was a dark

wet steady rain

that held back

the rising light

This soaking storm

of dreams & water

has allowed the twix

of time to mix

into the weak 

winter sun

wrapping 

tapping

shaping

elongating 

the dawn

with a beating drum

full of cloudy 

black grey

wetness 

 poem of the day December 17 

The Life and Times

of all shy sly shadows

involve the dance

of the dark silhouettes

A  sunless troupe

of black crows

that each day

dart around

the mulberry bush

expertly avoiding 

the light and dazzling 

show of the sun as

they shadow waltz 

away from of the reach 

of each rising star

 poem of the day December 16 

I would call it

an Indian Fall

An unexpected

warm spell

surrounded by

cold winter hands

A December day 

that got to be

almost warm

Warm enough 

for the sun

to put a smile 

on a happy face

 poem of the day December 15 

The contrast 

of dark and light

in the dawn

by the edge a forest

as the trees wait

each day for the sun

is a masterpiece of art

with or without

the thoughts of man

 poem of the day December 14 

Marching toward

the solstice 

The daily sun

still retreating

Losing minutes

of light as dark

grows the night

It seems to speed 

into every crevice 

Each day shorter

than the next

until the light returns

Forcing night 

to begin to surrender

the stolen time

 poem of the day December 13 

I thought about

a grain of sand

trapped within

an hour glass

A single speck

of an universe

reduced to one

by the grind of time

Until it becomes

small enough

to be locked inside

a simple clock 

Trapped within

a finite time

now forever set

to keeping track 

of cooking eggs

 poem of the day December 12 

I wonder if

house plants

feel liberated

changing pots

after so many years

of growing root balls 

within the tight 

boundaries of

their confinement

Where its weave of roots 

no longer has to

circle the circumference 

pressed up against

hard familiar walls

Or do house plants

feel the fear

of this liberation

having to grow old roots

into a sudden new wilderness

 poem of the day December 11  

Son of a moon

A child of tides

tied to the sun 

on the moon

as it pulls tight

on our  lives

in indirect reflection

by light of the sun

a full tide ties

earth moon as one

 poem of the day December 10 

Early Late

an interesting

oxymoron 

but if you really

contemplate

Early Late

sometimes is not 

an oxymoron at all

but a long slow dance

in the grand living ball

 poem of the day December 9 

I did not know

whether to take

the high road 

or the low road

The traveled or 

the less traveled 

Both were headed

in the same direction

So I rented a car 

A smart car that could 

help me to a decision 

but since the roads

started and ended

at the exactly the same place

All the smart car

could do was tell me

the time of my arrival

so I spent the whole day

circling my indecision

until I came to the conclusion

the road really does not matter as long

as one gets to where they are going

 poem of the day December 8 

The balance

of satisfaction

sits on a moving wall

A shifting foundation

restlessly resting 

somewhere between

possible and impossible

 poem of the day December 7 

Everyday skills

disappear

like wildlife

over time

Horse riding

Arrow shooting

Hand tools

Fire starting

The seemingly 

entrenched 

foundations

of civilization

The habits of survival 

vanish in plain sight

in the march toward 

Driverless cars 

Smart coffee grinders

AI generated  philosophy 

This walk if not careful 

eventually leads the human race

to a place where it becomes irrelevant 

and goes the way of the dinosaur

 poem of the day December 6 

Concurrent

synchronicity

serendipity

coincidence

fortuitousness

good fortune is

a random accident

worth happening  

 poem of the day December 5 

"Would you rather

have a pound of flesh

or a pound of time"

the merchant chimed

as he stood behind

the butcher block 

full of matter 

contemplating 

the weight 

of each moment

 poem of the day December 4 

Turning a corner

Rounding the bend

Glimpsing the unknown future

while seated in the past 

The old car pulls up to the sun

enters the well worn orbit

Takes a grand turn 

Steps on the gas

and hopes for the best

 poem of the day December 3 

December hung

low and wet

over the landscape

A gentle mist 

slowly filled 

the spaces

of perception

The lens magnified

by wet drizzle

filtered the rising light 

into a poignant hue 

welcoming a pensive dawn

 poem of the day December 2 How did 

How did

The leaning tower of Pisa

an over detailed superficial 

badly engineered steeple that should

have been condemned

and torn down centuries ago 

become one of 

the seven wonders of the world?

A folly universally revered 

as a monument  to the greatness of mankind

A leaning masterpiece

famous for its imperfection.

An iconic temple of failure

A misplaced  pillar celebrating 

the futileness of delusion 

full of the  idea that a drowning man can 

overcome the waves of nature

 poem of the day December 1

The blue jays were

squawking non stop 

driving the driveway mad

The Jays were so loud

I could hear them from inside

Eventually their relentless chatter

forced me to stop concentrating

on my daily practice of wasting time

Finally in order to get back to my daydreaming

I had to walk outside and shoo those jays away

 poem of the day November 30 

Thumbs on

the scale

from so 

many years

of pushing

down on

the system

have led

to systemic

pressures

like racism

which have 

burrowed 

so deep into

the American

consciousness 

that the flaws in

our foundation

are now an

undetectable 

part of all of us

Making it impossible

to understand 

the true balance 

of compassion

Where even those

who believe 

they are full of

unconditional love

are thrown off balance

by inherited  bias 

without even knowing

 poem of the day November 29

The clock

runs out

of time

It died at 

precisely 11:31

Its three hands

frozen to its face

unable to move

in any direction

But after a new

battery and 

some divine help

from skilled fingers

of a mortal hand

I can report

the clock is 

is now ticking

and running circles

around eternity

 poem of the day November 28 

Finding

a dream

in the middle

of a dream stack

is not like

finding a needle

in the middle

of a haystack

Imagine that

Rat Tat Tat

 poem of the day November 27 

The problem 

with sides

with teams

with tribes

is each camp

having too

much fuel

for too many

little campfires

that burn

out of control

like tiny wildfires

strong on

the outside

weak in the center

leaving little fuel

with little chance

to light the peace pipe

 poem of the day November 26 

Drifting leaf on

a lost journey

hangs well

in the cold air

chasing Vida

Riding some wind

a single thought

lingers atop

a wayward mind

floating out

into similar whirls

both untethered 

both on the journeys

The only difference

between to two travelers

motion vs emotion 

 poem of the day November 25 

The cold

makes

it clear

that winter

is near

I feel

the song

of the poor

chickadee

who is all 

puffed up

calling to me

 poem of the day November 24 

All things formed

by thought and field

A plow through time

turns the soul

Each season

adds sun and rain

The growth inside

takes what it can

of things uncertain

moving out and in

A steady course

holds what it can

to sail along 

years full of change

Good luck to all

who bear a name

 poem of the day November 23 

Very grey

Some white 

wet snow 

Some black 

branch shadow

Only color 

cold evergreen

All framed

by stark

dreamless clouds

covering a moment

soon lost in time

 poem of the day November 22 

The last sting

of the scorpion

broke through

the clouds

on a cold  

grey day

The rays

were few

The sun was dim

it snowed all night

for the last sting

of the scorpion

 poem of the day November 21 

I have to say

this year's

Thanksgiving

pardoning of

the turkeys

was quite a

spectacular affair

Everyone came

All the A listers

You name it

Punxsutawney Phi

Tony the Tiger

Bugs Bunny

Mickey Mouse

Stuart Little

Even the great

Foghorn Leghorn

made an appearance

but only after he got assurances

from the president himself

that with the pardoning of the turkeys 

no rooster would end up in some chicken stew

 poem of the day November 20 

An old

overstuffed

armchair

Empty of laughter

sat silently near

the evening meal

Its big arms

unable to fit

under a tabletop

full of holiday cheer

From the corner

of the room

it sadly watched

the side chairs

and a few lucky stools

happily rock 

back and forth

with the rhythms 

of a family meal

 poem of the day November 19 

The first signs

of beginnings

are often missed

when watching

the dawn from

the chair of

preconceptions

Where all eyes

are focused on

the sunrise

instead of 

the night setting

The fading of stars

The brightening

of planets

wink to each other

in this overlooked

twix of time

 poem of the day November 18 

Sometimes

the world

is so small

able to fit

into the head

of a needle

Other times

the world 

is so large 

impossible to fit

inside itself

It is this 

never ending

pulse of time that

fuels all minds

and like all universes

is boundless of

ends or beginnings

but full of possibilities 

 poem of the day November 17 

Yesterday

The sun

appeared to 

be enjoying

Indian Summer

along with

the rest of us

Basking in the glow

like it was one

of us

Seemingly

unaware

that on this

beautiful late

summer day

It was providing all

the warm shining light

 poem of the day November 16 

I found myself

racing the river

as it streamed

toward the sea

I was in my car

crossing a bridge

when I caught

sight of 

some water 

rapidly racing 

down

the river

I took chase

but in my haste

was soon overwhelmed 

as I realized

I had lost sight

of which drops I

was chasing

 poem of the day November 15 

With fists fights

in the senate

Shouting matches

in the house

Anger flies

amidst the lies

inside the 

people's house

This violence

of emotions

born by 

breeded hate

is the image

of  America 

as it grapples

with its fate

Our fragile

experiment 

of democracy 

now threatened

by evil men

chasing power

that corrupts 

most everything

in the end

 poem of the day November 14 

The UFOs

are coming

The UFOs

are coming

One if by sky

Two if by sea

Three if the aliens

come out of a tree

The UFO's 

are coming

The UFOs 

are coming

 poem of the day November 13 

It is easier

to see into 

the forest 

No leaves

left on trees

The sun on

lower angles

Light deepens 

exposing the heart 

of hidden wilderness

 poem of the day November 12 

The buddha sat

in the corner

doing its buddha thing

The piano stayed silent

remembering songs

it never happened to sing

The gong played along

like waves in the sea

entering many a soul

Then the music came out

with the candles about

as heart stories were told

 poem of the day November 11

What if the earth

changes rotation

and begins

to circle the sun

in a clockwise direction?

Every day the light

would rise

in the west

travel around 

the earth to

set in the east

Would it change

anything or

everything within

our human perception

retracing time patterns

in the opposite direction?

 poem of the day November 10 

A single

beam of light

shines out 

a black hole 

illuminating 

the night

A single 

beam of dark

shining out 

a bright day

gets lost 

within the light

Why light 

changes dark

more than dark 

changes light

Has always been 

a philosopher's concern

but has never meant much

to a robin eating worms

 poem of the day November 9 

Bronze oak

Copper beech

hang sparse to

a barren hill 

full of brown earth

surrounded by

November grey

Sitting on the horizon

a blue jay flies

to a waiting 

maple branch

Its color frames

everything and nothing

 poem of the day November 8 

Splitting wood

grows the woodpile

Splitting hair

trivializes the trivial 

differences of oneness

Splitting time 

separates day from night

work from play

But splitting the mirror

does nothing except 

break the fragile glass 

into two jagged sharp 

separate human realities

 poem of the day November 7 

Seeking

Peaking

Meeking

A mantra repeating

Over and Over

from the tired lips of

ancient ancestors 

Who daily preached

Someday the meek

shall inherit the earth

But how is this ever done 

in a modern world

When only the powerful

have the big guns?

 poem of the day November 6 

A photograph

of a photograph

adds another hue

It captures the patina

gathered on an old photo

Yet this lens of Time 

will only enhance

the atmosphere 

but never touch the soul

of all those photographed

by a photographer

with a camera long ago 

 poem of the day November 5 

The electric lamp

made for quick light

on a dark night

illuminating a room

full of  homeless

sleepless genies

out of work

trying to figure out

a path to remain relevant 

in a world that had

moved too fast

into places way beyond 

hopeful wishes and oil lamps 

 poem of the day November 4 The most 

The most

perishable

of all worlds

of all minds

is time

At some point

it runs out

for everything

Even for

the very lucky

Yet within

this finite reality 

lives all eternity

This grand concept

of illusionary 

immortality

does not stop

until the clock strikes

the bell that tolls for all

 poem of the day November 3 

What happens

when phone lines

are no longer needed 

and telephone poles 

begin to disappear

from the sides of

our minds and roads

making it impossible 

to count the sleepy way 

to grandmother's house 

or watch birds on the wires

while they are human watching

 poem of the day November 2 

New England flowers

living the good life

have frozen in the

early November snow 

I see them

shriveled

beautiful 

lifeless

signaling

the end 

of a good long season

that lasted well

into the fall

 poem of the day November 1 

Lately I have been

wondering a lot 

Maybe you have too

About what to wear

to an alien formal 

intergalactic soiree

Would it be black tie

and designer dresses?

or would galaxy formal 

have a whole new extraterrestrial look?

 poem of the day October 31 

Trick or Treat

Candy to Eat

Costumes to wear

My favorites this year

Big giant squid 

Winnie Pooh bear

Yet this celestial event

halfway between

equinox and solstice 

has mostly been forgotten

in the Halloween excitement

of scary carved pumpkins

 poem of the day October 30 

Grey clouds

on a wet day

merge with

the lack of leaves

aging the trunks

of big maples

way beyond their years

 poem of the day October 29 

I watched

Jupiter and Moon

rise together

as friends

in the eastern

night sky

full of  illumination

borrowed 

from the sun

which of course

is how it's done

 poem of the day October 28  

After so many

so called 

famous psychics 

had all failed

in fortune telling 

No one was left 

to divine 

the meaning

hidden within 

the autumn leaves

that covered 

the road in

all sorts of seemingly

consequential colors

Until an old New Englander

who happened to

be passing by

Walked through 

the vivid patterns

over and over

making no sound

Until after a while

she announced to all

"Winter is coming!"

 poem of the day October 27 

Bees feeding

on flowers

Flowers still

flowering

in a fall

still frost free

A gift so 

Mother Nature 

Sun alive with

the scent of nectar 

Bees wild

on a simple day 

buzzing blooms 

beyond eternity

 poem of the day October 26 

Finding the long

in the short is

an impossible task

when trying to force

feet into inches

yet easy for dreams

that effortlessly 

expand the mind

into unlimited possibilities 

 poem of the day October 25 

There is

an absence 

A void

in humanity

A hole in

the collective heart

in world gone mad

Where the only love

seems to be the love of hate

 poem of the day October 24 

An October

flower clover

in the late

day sun

stood out

because 

it was

the only one

It was a

beautiful 

fall blooming  

happy and round

A wonderful pink

growing out of

the ground

 poem of the day October 23 

Who can eat

just one?

Not me

I took the

potato chip

challenge

and failed

I ended up

eating the 

whole bag

It reminded me

of other impossible

challenges 

addictions 

urges and itches

Where once

is too much

and a thousand 

times are not enough

 poem of the day October 22 

The rain

of humanity

is different 

than the reign

of men

Tears and power

seldom mix

within the realm

of crowds and kings

 poem of the day October 21

What happens

when something

lost is found

after one has

given up looking

and no longer 

remembers?

What if time moves

so far from genesis

that the beginning

is forgotten and severed?

What if America drifts

too far in this bubble

and dies on a lifeless vine?

 poem of the day October 20 

Waiting

is like

limbo time

where one

is tied to

a sunken buoy 

helplessly waiting

for a unpredictable  tide

that may or

may not come

on time or anytime

An unsettled 

experience 

of no control

even for the most

steeled waiters

well versed in

the art of waiting

 poem of the day October 19

Would it matter

which side

of the road

you lived on 

if you were 

a chicken

thinking about

why you were

crossing the road?

 poem of the day October 18 

The things

that are free

like a sunrise

and a sunset

are often taken

for granted

Are easy

to neglect

They are not

on many 

wish lists

of things desired

most in life

yet these windows

each dawn, each dusk

circle frame our light

 poem of the day October 17 

I like when

the dawn

seeps into

the day

covering

the night

like a blanket

covers the end

of a dream

 poem of the day October 16 

A yard of yards

A patchwork 

of feet and inches

woven together

in a exact grid

bound in all directions

by the desire of mankind 

to tame all things wild

 poem of the day October 15  

The door works

sometimes

as a gatekeeper

opening and closing

Providing a wall

that separates

the difference  

between out and in

yet if it is not airtight

thoughts mingle

without warning

within a no mans land

where things are

no longer black and white

 poem of the day October 14 

"Sometimes

the art

is the fart"

the old windbag

exclaimed as he

released a masterpiece

 poem of the day October 13

With leaves off

the bare bone 

beauty

of branches 

silhouette

the dawn

no longer hidden

by summer coats

 poem of the day October 12 

Seas of leaves

floating over

a lost summer

Preserving the joy

of green  flowers

to be remembered 

on a cold winter night

like a favorite blanket

remembering dreams

This magic moment 

happens every year

with the help of trees

who shed their leaves