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He awakes
He awakes stretches in the fragile sun lithe limbs lengthen beckoning After the first hot day and a solid rain the forest become a cavern of green Unable to resist the aromas of the blossoms I rush into his arms … Continue reading
Fraiku: Spring
The sweetest time of year like a chill glass of wine or a dog’s wagging tail (I stole those lines from my latest poem which I’m very proud to announce has just been published at Autumn Sky Poetry … Continue reading
Fraiku: Ouch!
First warm afternoon writing poems windows open a wasp critiques my work
Waking Lonely as a Cloud
Waking up in another bed of flowers. I should learn to count drinks instead of cards since alcohol throws off my math. Lost another jacket and proverbial shirt. Sharp rock poking my left kidney. Hope my wallet is still in … Continue reading
Spring Equinox 2025
Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,~ W. B. Yeats, The Second Coming, 1919 Our planet spins faster and I’m being pulled off into outer space But today it’s easier to cling to … Continue reading
Waiting for Spring
Ambushed by snow ankle deep filthy slush Shiv’ring ‘neath dirty clouds looming o’er Waiting for the timid sun to peek through cumulus curtains A mild breeze caresses my cheek signaling the tulipdillious blossomation of inevitable spring (Another group effort … Continue reading
April Plunge
It’s too soon I warned her ice barely melted but warm air and hot sun on winter pale skin makes her jump to cool that spring fever Then screams echo off far shore trees just barely green (Inspired by the … Continue reading
Babbling like an Idiot
It’s been a while since I felt the warm wind in my arm hairs and wondered if I should’ve applied sunscreen before my walk but I’ll risk turning pink as blossoms falling from a dogwood because even with a bum … Continue reading
Fraiku: Sunny Side
Arise ye dawns of spring like daffodils to the clouds and eggs from the pan (This haiku was inspired by a poem I wrote this week with my pals at Charles House when one of the participants made the brilliant … Continue reading
It’s Almost Spring
and buds poke from the branch like little horns, not weathered from a year under the sun but golden fresh, ready. My car is covered with an amorous amount of tree pollen. I offer the neighbor kids old-fashioned paper money … Continue reading