poem of the day September 30 

So many

tour buses

full of tourists

on the road

touring fall leaves

flexing their muscles

in the pouring rain

enjoying the surreal nature

of  a wet color day

unaware of the dangers 

of mountain roads

 poem of the day September 29 

I felt sorry for

the free chair 

that looked old 

and tired 

as it sat 

on the side

of the road

day after day

in all kinds

of weather

with no takers

with no ass

for its seat

 poem of the day September 28 

The house plants

are happy 

to be inside

this chilly dawn

Though not

too cold to 

kill them

the outside

would reach

their bones

Why one sitting

next to me

while waiting for 

the sun

told me they all

were grateful

each and every one

 poem of the day September 27 There are 

There are

those things

that often walk

in hallways 

of the mind

Not with feet

or shoes that meet 

the passage born of time

It's just those thoughts

that do come up

to leap from 

lane to lane

as they have 

for eternity 

like windy weathervanes 

 poem of the day September 27 

A tree

with a

hole in it

experiencing

a whole 

in its tree

Meeting

somewhere not 

in the sap

But in a place

where mammals

and birds

can merge

with wooden branches

made by no man

 poem of the day September 25 

The adventure

of rain drops

falling from clouds

does make

the seas of

water proud

These oceans

of water slap

the shores

with a mantra

that sounds like

More and More

 poem of the day September 24

Watching those

trees again

They just 

stand there

Day after Day

in front of the same house

where they were planted

by someone long ago

who first watched them grow

Many years have now passed

and I am watching them

wondering if those trees know

I am not the same man

who planted them

 poem of the day September 23 

The slide of hand

The slide of mind

All confuse the

march of time

Yet here we go

round and round

Believing lies 

that up is down

 poem of the day September 22 

The art

of waiting

is made 

of patience

sitting in great 

limbo time

wondering if

the mouse arriving

with the plans of man

will be late or early

 poem of the day September 21 

Fire and Water

Sun and Rain

All summer long 

gone down the drain

 poem of the day September 20 

Orange sky

Emerging sun

Illuminating

maples leaves

in such a way

the light

has infused

hints of color

into each and every leaf 

 poem of the day September 19 

With all

those Adams

looking

for all

those Eves

Using atoms

full of A.I.

disease

Then who 

would know

if the thing

they see

Was love

or just

an apple tree

 poem of the day September 18 

A loud whisper

of rain 

remains

as it hits

the roof 

washes down

the drain

Into some

sleepy dream

morning flow

A reminder of

the way things go

 poem of the day September 17 

If a bird

flew backwards

over the same sky 

where it 

had just been

Would it 

be repeating 

the past 

Or be flying

into the future? 

 poem of the day September 16 

Fog and Dew

spread all over 

a framed window

An overlooked

art formed dawn

that will eventually

disappear when

the rising sun 

comes galloping along

 poem of the day September 15 

The ride

to the bottom

The slide down

the high hill

Bungy jumping

into the valley

Giant slalom

downhill skiing

Parachuting 

to the ground

This free falling

force of gravity is

so powerful

I have always wondered

why it is not a God

or a least an enlightened dog

 poem of the day September 14 

I wonder

what a tree

thinks of the wind?

Does it like a good gust

blowing through its leaves?

Does it like to feel the liveliness

of branches flapping?

The adrenaline of sap

in a sudden draft

running down its trunk? 

Of course all these thoughts

are only my speculations

 

 poem of the day September 13 

Maple seeds

hang on 

maple trees

loaded with 

nuclear potential

The seeds wait 

like an air force

clinging to 

the mothership 

full of anticipation

I see the determination

of each seed 

ready to takeoff

into a wind and spin

 poem of the day September 12 

An anniversary

of collective sorrow

22 songs of

sad emotions

22 years

2 planes hit

2 towers

side by side

Reverence

Remembrance 

2 words to honor

all Twin Towers

Yesterday I felt the glow

of lost love

of coming together

like Americans 

used to do

in a world torn

apart by hate

But now

2 words

love and hate

sit side by side

like a catch 22

Poem of the day September 11 

When finding your

own path

through the

dusty footprints

of the long road

It is hard not

to fall into 

the ruts of others 

 poem of the day September 10 

A description

found in words

describe the degrees 

of how life moves

in the emotional minds 

of writers and readers

Where the difference 

between big and huge 

is often larger than gigantic 

 poem of the day September 9 

Night thunder

Loud rumbles

roll along

the almost 

dusky dark

The lightning   

too far to 

be seen

still provides

some sudden light

Both are entwined 

in my momentary mind

 poem of the day September 8 

Inside

Outside

pass each other

at the intersection

of Milky Way 

and Way Milky

I see them everyday

as I paint my open door

 poem of the day September 7 

Hot September

hotter than 

hot july

The dry heat

in fields 

of fate

wave like

wild time

The sun has power

reminding me

of hippie hour

I think of all those

years ago

in hot September

remembering 

Molly's pond 

on a day 

like today

hotter than 

hot july

 poem of the day September 6 

A drone

is an invasive

new species 

that flies around

with cameras

recording through

windows and doors

all thing human

I hope this bird like

robot does not 

infect fertile minds

 poem of the day September 5 

An antique silver

baby cup

from long ago

A cup that is 

way older than me

Yet when I think

of its history

All I see 

is the silver cup of 

a newborn baby 

 poem of the day September 4 

I wonder if someday

someone will be able

to shape rain drops

into drops of 

cats and dogs

and then have it

rain cats and dogs?

 poem of the day September 3 

Time walks along

a sidewalk of dawn

The great moon 

looks down

on a meditating field

All clovers roll

over and over

The sun is still

a while away

 poem of the day September 2 

My very old cat

was sitting atop

the stone buddha

in the hot sun

basking in a day

full of simple pleasures

 poem of the day September 1 

A city

had to

at some 

point

been

a wilderness

I am wondering

if there is still

a wilderness

somewhere

in a city?