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Stuck
Like snow that doesn’t stick I’m waiting for these aches To accumulate into regret over you (For Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt and Living Poetry’s Monday Prompt.)
First Frost
I fluff up my nest and my graying fur, ignore my doctors put on a few pounds, fill the freezer with Impossible burgers and microwave burritos. Night freezes the birdbath, so I lock my doors, secure the shutters but leave … 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
Working on the Solstice
The sun logged off early this afternoon, shutdown and packed up his desk for the year and I’m fine with that. I get more done when the bosses are out of the office. Venus stops by my cube to flirt … Continue reading
Fraiku: Winter
Hair frosts wicked white when clouds freeze the amber sun braids twist in the wind Last week’s Fraiku was easy to write with temps well below freezing. However the past few nights I’ve slept with the windows open and the … Continue reading
Life and Death in January
Birds outside my window appear extra juicy but I know they’re just fluffing their feathers to fight the inevitable. Moriarty leaves passive aggressive notes for me in my bed or shoes if I don’t let him outside despite a wind … Continue reading
Fraiku: Frozen
When the ancient light from winter’s uncaring stars drills the still night air
Winter Solstice Sonnet 2023
I met a golden retriever on my walk. He couldn’t articulate it but he knew. I could tell by his wag and fluffed up fur, it’s the shortest day of the year. The chickadees know it. Their frantic upending of … Continue reading
Wobbles the Wiener Dog
I don’t mind the cold it’s these strangities on my paws that bother They hinder my dig into the drifts to sniff some furry deep under the snow The chill is worth the thrill of winter play snapping at snowballs … Continue reading
Fraiku: Winter Night
Shooting star spits across the skyignored by the pine treesglazed with ice