poem of the day April 30

Another

watercolor 

of early spring

drizzling leaves

mix the morning

as light works

its way into

almost everything

i like the play

of fire and water

 poem of the day April 29 

The swell

of dawn

The air full

of moisture

The heavy mood

sits poignantly still 

Clinging to maples

stoically waiting   

for tears to fall

from souls of grey clouds

 poem of the day April 28 

So many flowers

surround my sight

Pink, Blue

Orange Purple

all overwhelmed  

by big Spring Yellow

strong shades 

of blond

lemon, fair

flaxen gold

as large as 

an I can see

 poem of the day April 27 

Hard not

to think

about time

About the passing

of the present

That fine edge

so simple

so happening

so right now

So watched

by humans

who have

over generations

found a way to

expand time 

to include 

past and future

A remarkably clever 

delusionary way

to enlarge each

fleeting moment

like a snowball

full of water

 poem of the day April 26 

A star apears

then another

Light fades deeper

into the dark space

Little sparks

blink and twinkle

Little eyes winkle

all night long

in the milky sea

 poem of the day April 25 

a leak

a drip

a dribble

a waste

i do it

you do it

we all do it

it's always

part of the pour

impossible to 

save every drop

even at our

most careful best  

 poem of the day April 24 

Some walk

their plank

without 

a care

While others 

stumble 

the cross 

they bare

Yet when time

runs out 

of all the sea

it does not matter

what one be

 poem of the day April 23 

The rain filtered

the maple leaves

into a early 

yellow green

pulsing haze of life

The water drops 

like little 

magnifying glasses 

allowed each leaf

to beat with 

the lightness

of a spring heart

 poem of the day April 22 

After a long trip

the familiar is

the reward

A place of total relaxation 

A mini vacation

to recover from

the vacation

All one has to do 

is just look at

the car sitting

in the driveway

with a big smile

 poem of the day April 21 

The fantasy

of defending

your stuff

with a big gun

Of shooting first 

then asking 

questions 

has become

a national 

obsession 

This romance 

of taking the law 

into your own hands

Of us against them

Of standing your ground 

has been glorified 

and relentlessly 

pushed to the point

of insanity

So now when

someone

comes up 

to you

to ask a question

you will

shoot them

instead of

helping them

 poem of the day April 20 The idea

The idea

was the idea

would be as big

as the biggest flower

So big a bloom 

it would

be flowering 

everywhere

all over the place

All at once

in one gigantic 

harmonious peaceful

point of view

But when I looked

out over the landscape

all I saw was a bunch of

small different views

whose blooms 

were guarded by 

very small ideas

that were sharpened

into spear like points 

that did not resemble 

a flower at all

 

 poem of the day April 19 The power

The power

and calm

of fire and water

Warm glow

Calm sea

mixing early

in another sunrise

on the banks

of the old shore

both inside

outside

around a world

in need

of tranquility 

 poem of the day April 18 

the power of

an ocean

sunrise 

the colors

of orange

and blue

merge with

the waves 

somewhere

near the horizon

framed by a halo

that knows every shade

 poem of the day April 17  

"This is the race

of all races!"

shouted life's dove. 

"Speed of light 

versus 

Eternal love".

Love burst out first

but did not last

it had to turn back

from desire's thorned path

allowing bright Light

to leap and bound

so by late afternoon

Light was way out of town

But just when it looked

like the winner was Light

the day turned to dusk

then dark into night

There Light could not see

and stumbled around

as Love roared back 

with a passionate bound

When dawn finally came

light had run out of steam

and love was asleep

lost in a dream

 poem of the day April 16 

Abnormal is 

the new normal

just one look around

is all it takes

Seesaw

has become

Sawsee

Where

up down

is now 

down up

The red ball is blue

The queen is a king

Law has been outlawed

and horses eat spaghetti

in spaceships of bling

 poem of the day April 15 

A crow on a wire

is different than
a bird on a wire
even though
both are avians

and sit atop

the current of humanity
Perhaps it is the
sinister black coat
and the irreverence

bias to the color of skin
that defines the moment
we're in

 poem of the day April 14 

I am wondering

while watching a forest 

What a tree does

when it gets an itch

like when some bug  

burrows deep into a trunk

to tickle the cambium

Do they somehow

bark out a whisper 

to some waiting woodpecker

with some primordial giggle

perhaps hidden by the wind

or do they just stand stoic 

with the other trees

branches sucking it up

remembering to stick to  

the old itch saying

Once is too much

and a thousand times

is not enough

 poem of the day April 13 

The woodland stream

sparkled in the

afternoon sun

full of rushing water

fueled by melting snow

The reflection of 

light and energy

within the forest tapestry

made me understand

the Earth is alive 

and beautiful

with or without 

a watching soul

 poem of the day April 12 

Buds swelling

surround by sound

immersing me in

the anticipation

of all things spring

 poem of the day April 11 

the mix of sun

and melting 

meadow snow

surround the farm 

like a sea of green

where a boat

full of robins 

fish for worms

on the waves of

a spring afternoon

 poem of the day April 10 

A bear in

the backyard

on a farm

ran down the hill

fast and bounding

in a sight worthy

of all gods

 poem of the day April 9 

The influence

of anger

is seeping

into the pores

of an unsettled nation

With primordial fear

as the foundation

anger erupts into

uncontrollable emotion 

fueling the violence of civility

The desperateness of randomness

brings out the guns to protect

your point of view

where bullets talk

instead of Statesmen 

where insurrection

has replaced

even on this holy day

the joy of resurrection 

 poem of the day April 8 

Lost in the wilderness

of vernal streams

following them

as they rush

down a hillside

the sun was in the south

the day was warm

after a while

the red dots

of an old logging road

appeared out of nowhere

leading us over the river

and through the woods

to grandmother's house 

where we all had to walk up 

the paved mountain with bad shoes

 poem of the day April 7 

The common good

of all things common

are drifting apart

The tectonic shifts

of American division

are being opened

by killer whales

smoking seaweed

fanning the flames

Soon the last bridge

will catch fire

infecting the air

around the posies

no longer smelling very rosy

 poem of the day April 6 

Salt on a rim

waiting like

an influencer

of every single thing

Nothing can escape

once a grain drops in

So how to know

before the flow

straight up or salty rim?

 poem of the day April 5 

The daffodils

of  Mohawk Trail

planted all 

those years ago

by the West County

Daffodil Underground

are up again

about to bloom

I want to thank

the secret society

of green thumbs

who risk their lives

to plant the gold 

that lines

the sides of

the yellow bulb road

 poem of the day April 4 

Trying to decide

if  it was the key 

in the lock of

the open door

that gave rise to thoughts

of fear so the

door could never

be completely open

The suggestion

of lock and key

Of lockin something out

Of locking something in

makes for an unease

An unusual  unsettled hurry 

that has the potential

to divide all souls

as they pass through 

each door of the journey

 poem of the day April 3

Refinishing the morning

with a new coat of paint

to celebrate each sunrise

Today I see a little pink

some power blue

a hint of orange

everything heading

toward salmon mauve 

as the light covers

the new canvas

 poem of the day April 2 

Time was weary

beyond exhausted

having to work 

every single second

It was unbelievably tiring 

always being on the clock

either ticking or tocking

24 hours a day

365 days a year

with never any rest

never any vacation

When interviewed 

Time admitted

It was the worse

full time job

in the whole universe

with no end in sight

 poem of the day April 1

No one can ever

climb past the very top

No one can ever dive

below the very bottom

No matter how

much one tries 

there is no absolute 

top and bottom

So basking in

the journey to attain

unattainable perfection

of mountain and valley

is the grandest of misplaced delusion 

full of immense effort

The only place of

true perfection

is the center middle

A seemingly boring line

where nothing out of

the ordinary

ever happens

A line that is mostly stepped over

in a rush filled hurry

to get to the ends

of unattainable time