poem of the day March 31 

Fog blended

very well

with the shadows 

Making it hard 

to see into

deep darkness

Dawn haze

more grey

than purple

lingered around

the merry-go-round

holding light

from reaching

wooden crosses

 poem of the day March 30 

and the rain drips

like water rolls

served fresh & wet

just out of spring

covered cold with

a raw wild drizzle 

 poem of the day March 29 

I wonder what

sparkling stars

have to do 

with life on Earth

Do the alignment 

of constellations

Shapes of light

in a vast universe

have an understanding

An all knowing connection

somehow cosmically providing

the sparks of humanity

Perhaps the emotional blueprint

of conscious life on Earth

If so How deep does it go

Might the stars

already know

before I know

what I am planning

to have for dinner

 poem of the day March 28 

Singing sunrise

to the morning

in the light

of early dawn

Simple songs

of understanding

open up a farm

Young Spring invites 

new flowers to eat

enlightened rays

that do appear

in ways so clear

as night fades into day

 poem of the day March 27

How is it

possible for

so many people

to be sharing 

something as

simple as 

the same air

not be able

to breath in peace

 poem of the day March 26

The disappearing art

of waking within 

the window of dawn

The natural drift

of dream into day

of night into light

has been lost

Perhaps forever

in a world filled 

full of alarms  

Leaving little time

for the organic

subtle rhythms 

so needed in

a busy world

 poem of the day March 25 

Everything keeps

running, going

never stopping

always evolving 

in a tumbler mix

Grinding 

the same

sun and sol

Where waves

of water

search

for new stars

New ways

to polish truth into delusion 

 poem of the day March 24 

North ground still

holds winter firm

Old cold has retreated

to make a last stand

and is hiding in

the shadows

of very deep woods

There snow lingers

huddled together

out of sight of spring light 

 poem of the day March 23 

A vernal stream

comes alive

full of 

melting snow

Traveling 

the path of 

least resistance

Winter draining

water racing

down a hill

fast & furious 

Especially fast

after an afternoon rain

 poem of the day March 22

The light

of spring

moves

effortlessly 

across 

the meadow

falling warm 

on stubble stalks 

A blue jay

nearby

picks at

the roots

hoping

for breakfast

 poem of the day March 21 

Spring is 

the natural

organic world

celebration

A yearly portal

of balanced time 

where light & dark

rest for a day

as equals 

confident of

sun power

passing through

each other

No thought

of humanity

greed or game

Welcoming the sun

for what it gives

not what can be taken

 poem of the day March 20 

Top pot

pop pup

dog god

did eye

tac cat

boob tit

Nuts stun

mom nun

tar rat

dad tot

mug gum

rotor gig

spam maps

Did eke

spot tops

eye level

spit tips

SOS stats

evil live

TNT sagas

edit tide

civic eve

stressed desserts

racecar WOW

 poem of the day March 19 

The snow

shrinks

The days 

grow

A cardinal

calls

to a nearby

crow

"A daffodil

has broken

ground

Shout it out

to all around"

 poem of the day March 18 

The white

looking light

from everyone's sun

hit the glass prism

Splitting itself 

into beautiful colors

just like a rainbow 

But the natural fanning

expressions of individual light

were deemed too inclusive

And were soon extinguished

in the dark age of  White Knights

 poem of the day March 17

A rug holds

feet flat

on the floor

Absorbing

the space 

between

the soles

of a soul

and the hard

tack ground 

of daily life

A magic carpet

to cushion the ride 

over the ups & downs

often living in houses

 poem of the day March 16  

Watching bubbles

boiling red-hot in

a maple syrup pan

over a fire 

hotter than 

the devil's own

opening closing

beginning ending

A river like universe

appearing disappearing

forever evolving

until the sugar

somehow 

emerges sweet 

from the fire of hell

 poem of the day March 15 

It was early morning

and a little boy

named Nothing 

was sitting around

in a familiar room 

full of everything

very bored

with nothing to do

When all

of a sudden

the door opened

and something

from somewhere else

walked in

It was then 

that Nothing

in a room full 

of everything

suddenly had 

something to  do

 poem of the day March 14 

The WAY

got caught

by a small yaw

and there was 

at first seemingly

nothing to do

except to watch 

from the bowel belly

of the sinking ship

The polluted 

smell of powerful 

artificial vanity

had twisted the way

uncomfortable  

around a vertical

death spiral

Twirling around

the ancient  word 

The WAY of wisdom 

The only hope 

to get back

to the WAY

was to collectively 

YAW the ship 

full speed to the left

 poem of the day March 13 

Monks in

the meadow

riding laughing wolves

All dressed for church

in a silly military way

Their brown robes 

atop white wolves

was the message

of the gossip 

they preyed

Sparing little

for others

they took

everything away

And after they vanished

I stood with

the rest of 

the rabbits

foraging for time

but all the wolves left

was rotten watermelon rind

 poem of the day March 12 

Pretending

has become

more important

than doing

The photo

snapshot

worth more

than the toil

of actual 

achievement 

The boring reality

of having to live

your own life

has given way

to reality shows

full of influencers 

where the only reality

is the makeup artist

 poem of the day March 11 

Different atmospheres 

for different days

needing each other

in non needing ways

Sometimes stormy

Sometimes warm

An arriving robin 

sings a morning song

An ode to the atmosphere of today

still sunny but different from yesterday

 poem of the day March 10

The ball

bounced

up and down

with a very

unsteady wobble 

The chicken soup

had no bones

Only yesterday's last

breath of broth

The postcards

sent from outer space

were mismarked

as 'all mighty dog'

instead of almighty god

and were delivered

to the big bad wolf

who surrounded himself

with pretty earthlings

who loved the way

the ball bounced in 

a certain kind of 

smokey mirror

 poem of the day March 9 

big logs of time

stacked into thoughts

become cabins

filled with memories

filled with dreams

that hang like paintings 

over walls of imagination

as real as delusion can sometimes be

 poem of the day March 8 

A peaceful light

with a dawn lit glow

pinked up the sky

for maples below

Their sap was waiting

deep in the ground

for the lovely sun

to make its rounds

I thought of sugar

as I sipped on Joe

sat back to watch

an early spring flow

 poem of the day March 7 

The night wind

moved in

with a howl

Relentlessly

gusting over

house and tree

The warm air

valiantly tried to hold

the melting ground

but was

eventually  

driven off

in a long 

grand battle royal

What remained

of yesterday

lay frozen

held in place

by ice cold ice

 poem of the day March 6 

rain hardened

and softened

breaking like waves

all night long

metering out 

the ebb and flow 

that spilled 

over dreams

in a rhythm

that encompassed

the power 

of water free falling

from clouds of heaven

 poem of the day March 5

Squeezing

the orange

beyond repair

bleeds the juice dry

spreading pulp fiction

The perishable finite nectar  

drips only toward open mouths of the greedy

Forcing what's left of human rinds to harden

into positions so extreme the orange skin 

no longer retains compassion

Those left become withered pretzels 

Twisted slaves lost in the desire of power

but even they eventually die on the vines 

unaccustomed of the unnatural thirst

 poem of the day March 4 

Day grows

each morning

at the point of

light breaking night

Earlier and earlier 

Warmer and warmer

with each sunrise

permeating all things

Snow shrinking daily

lots going to melt today

think I might tap a maple tree

 poem of the day March 3 

Always a struggle

to balance a mind

The confidence of obsession 

The insecurity of possession

all pour out like wine

The commander of the body

needs to swim out of their boat

embrace all imperfection

and learn how to float

 poem of the day March 2 

I have

been

projecting

a time

in my mind

When Mars Bars

come from Mars

and Milky Ways

are harvested 

fresh daily on

Milky Way stars

Where Rocket Mortgages

finance spaceships

from the outer rings of Saturn

so the Venus de Milo

is return to Venus

non stop on a fast rocket from Paris

All these things revolving

within the spacious mind of a mortal

where understanding is found

on the rimmed edge of the portal

the embraced of this limited limitless worth

is wonderfully mused from a planet called Earth

 poem of the day March 1

A March first

dusting adds

a new face

to winter's soul

making it hard to tell

the difference between 

old and new 

The only clue

of rabbit snow

sits on tree branches

like clean fresh clothes

on lions and lambs