poem of the day September 30

How does

a tree know

when to give 

itself up after

revolving around 

its own foundation 

of wooden memories 

since it was planted

soon after the civil war

Swirling in circles

year after year

the tree grew tall and humble 

selflessly providing sweet sugar

while shading the farmhouse

through all kinds of weather

Until the last rain

when half of the old dying maple

fell and became 

yet another giving tree

Giving me the warm gift 

of winter firewood

 poem of the day September 29 

A long line

of true believers

willingly walking

the plank

Blind intolerant ants

Hearts full of hatred

fight money dogs

for scraps of life

NO MILK FOR YOU

MOTHER OF FIVE

the emperor shouts

from one hell of a yacht 

 poem of the day September 28 

Lights appeared

all around

the dark sky

Billions of stars

sat in their

usual constellations

The deep night

seemed to welcome

the familiar patterns

as if they were lighthouses

revolving around time

 poem of the day September 27 

A very 

still dawn

Been that way 

since yesterday's

windless rain 

The summer leaves 

are lifeless in

the stillness

and seem to know 

their days are numbered

 poem of the day September 26 

Finding things

Seeing things

as they are

is different then

wishing on a star

Finding the way

through things

as they truly appear

not what you

want them to be

takes some kind

of inner lighted key

For to drive a path

only on what your eyes 

hope you see

Sometimes becomes

the wrong reality

 poem of the day September 25 

rain drips

steadily from 

a clouded sky

The earth

parched & thirsty

eagerly drinks 

every drop 

of heaven sent water

even the cloud

hidden sunrise 

is wet and happy

 poem of the day September 24 

moving parts

puzzle pieces

divine synchronicity

comings & goings

practiced everyday

by the randomly 

preordained

spontaneous 

combustible  

art of coincidence

 poem of the day September 23

Autumn Equinox

an even day

on a very 

odd year

still brings 

equal light

equal night

but not

equal rights

 poem of the day September 22 

the art of waking

everyone has

their own

time master

an inner clock

that decides

when and how

to break sleep

natural light

artificial light

loud alarms

cock-a doodle-doos

smell of coffee

smell of farts

pleasant dreams

panic attacks

many paths

to start the day

perhaps this poem

wakes your way

 poem of the day September 21 

Big full

ripe stars

swollen

by a cold dawn

fade slowly

into the last

day of summer

 poem of the day September 20 

Some light

appears not

so bright

almost invisible

The inner light

sits below 

outer light

not hiding

but camouflaged

Sort of 

mirror

imaging

waiting

like pilot fish 

swimming

around sharks

eager to gobble

any dark that 

penetrates first light

 poem of the day September 19 

Been no 

rain for

quite

a while

Been

no rain

with none

in sight

The dirt 

road has 

turned into 

a New England

dustball

Been no rain

day or night

 poem of the day September 18 

The yard

was littered 

with brown curled

fallen leaves

on still green

summer grass

Forming a pattern

that sort of 

looked like

a checkerboard 

full of transitions

Squirrels raced around

on the odd 

brown green

living carpet

chased by my dogs

as if chest pieces 

playing life & death

 poem of the day September 17

gathering storms

getting stronger

intensifying 

each year

each month

each day 

each hour

Every second

pushing

the boundaries

of normal

Changing currents

are overwhelming 

our earth with

global warming

global hating

global warfare

Devolving into

one big global mess

rapidly cooking the balance

out of everything

inside & out

 poem of the day September 16

left right

right left

same body

same steps

time out

time in

wobble

rounds

full of

spins

up down

down up

same circles

same refrains

only love

can change

the game

 poem of the day September 15 

I feel a bittersweet

sadness as the trees 

begin to lose their leaves

but I have no idea

what the trees perceive 

when losing their leaves

 poem of the day September 14 arming arms

arming arms

with hugs

instead of guns

make for 

a safer happier

less violent humanity

 poem of the day September 13

To be successful

in chasing the light

the body requires 

mind intent

turned inward

Astronaut 

like inward

Mind intent 

turned outward

does nothing

but satisfy fireflies 

flying blindly

into bright screens of  time

 poem of the day September 12 

The dark ages

started with 

eager ignorant 

self serving men

preaching 

all kinds of cruelty

Flaming fires

burning books

burning witches

burning hope

Pouring salt

into righteous wounds

throwing balls of fear

Inciting scared

hopeless mobs

to fuel their violence

Seems like 

history is

on the verge

repeating 

the sins

of darkness

 poem of the day September 11

Once again

seems like everyday

violence erupts

from way too 

much division

being led, fed

fire bombed from

the top down

Leadership trying 

to consciously divide

America into

a country of grievance

An angry nation that agrees on 

almost nothing 

What happened to

the United State of America 

existing for the common good?

A place for all

A place of compromise

A place of compassion

How did we let 

this division happen?

It is time for 

a consciousness flip

Time to fix the split

Change the script

and find common ground

we all stand on

 poem of the day

Where have all

the crickets gone

I don't hear 

them anymore

I miss their summer 

songs & calls

The hungry birds 

miss their meals

Have the crickets 

all been deported

to other lands

or have they self

migrated to Canada

before the great expected fall

Where have all the crickets gone?

 poem of the day September 9 

A thick September sun

poked through

wild jungle foliage

covering both banks

of a lazy meadow stream

shining a warm

afternoon light on 

the water below

Small brook trout 

came out of the shadows

to gather in large numbers

sunning themselves 

on a shallow sandbar

enjoying a sun soaked afternoon

 poem of the day September 8 

The art of standing

where to stand 

how to stand

when to stand

what to stand for

who to stand with

Somewhere to nowhere

Everywhere on two legs at a time

I have heard the best standing

is between heaven and earth

balanced by the bones of gravity

able to withstand the emotions 

found in the fear of all sorts of weathermen

 poem of the day September 7 

It's good

to once again

finally hear

the soft

sound of

raindrops

falling effortlessly 

on a copper roof

The simple beautiful

satisfying melodies

long lost in drought

have appeared today

for a performance 

on the dawn stage 

playing a symphony 

a wonderful ode to the music of rain

 poem of the day September 6 

Finding one's own way

through the throughway

dodging ideas 

full of contradictions

One often gets lost

in life as it barrels down

the highway without any directions

The lanes of slippery temptations

travel at super insane speeds

faster than the fastest racecar

and require a dogeared copy of

the universal manual of harmonious living

The old tried and true one that

relies on a full tank of understanding

rather than a bucket full of luck

 poem of the day September 5 

the great lakes

were pretending

to be oceans

and were able to

fool many a sea captain

that got caught up 

in wind powered waves

but even though the lakes 

were able to sink many a ship

including the Edmund Fitzgerald

they did not have a single tide

they could call their own

 poem of the day September 4

What about

those dreams

that sit around

unfulfilled in

the minds 

of dreamers

Do they eventual

see the light of day

Or do they stay 

as dreams remembered

for never being dreamed?

 poem of the day September 3 

the hints

of change

faint orange

subtle but

appearing 

on maples

especially

in early light

 poem of the day September 2 

The freshly

mowed meadow

was very full

of wild turkey and

whitetail deer

So many of them

it seemed to me like

an animal convention

The birds and mammals

were mingled together

in the dawn morning light

standing side by side 

as if they were biding time

in a strange animal harmony

It made me wonder

if they were waiting

for some buffalo & antelope

to show up and play

 poem of the day September 1 

Objects that shine

into a shallow mind

often glitter with

gallons of greedy gold

Unsettling the flow

of once inner peace

into the wonton addiction

of superficial happiness