Screen Shot: A momma bluebird taken through our back porch screen.
Silent Sunday (mostly)
Month: March 2023
To see a crescent setting in a southern sky… – a poem
To see a crescent setting in a southern sky –
a bowl of water sloshing, spilling Venus
and Jupiter over the rim – pulls me off the ground.
I’m grounded in a daily grind; no respite despite
the final bell and the walkaway. I cannot not walk
away from the heartbeat too loud in my eyes –
eyes seeking water to rinse the stress over the rim.
Tonight I have no bowl of lunar luminescence –
our sky is not dry. Clouds spill over; over my heart
is a canopy, a ceiling. Obscured by clouds, stars
and waxing moon slosh unseen behind a screen.
Among the Undead — a haiku (of sorts)
A silent classroom,
heads bowed, deep concentration –
cell phone zombified.
Silence Seen — a poem
It was a damning clarity –.
her lips moving.
I read them.
Nothing broke through.
Her voice was a still
Western Minnesota night
three hours before the storm hit.
Even the night birds held their breath.
Calligraphy — a haiku
My penmanship shakes,
requires I make a new brush –
or create fresh ink.
Baby Sandhill Crane
Silent Sunday
Life in Portofino 