Dawn-giddy birds sing as if every morning is a special occasion.
Personal Journal
Welcome, Winter
Welcome, Winter. Your late dawns and chilled breath make me lazy, but
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Beautiful & unfair
Life is not always fair — sometimes you get a splinter sliding down
Stay the night
The moon is always
running away from me
as if she thinks that time
is just a cyclical game
of hide & seek —
She runs and runs
then keeps on running
leaving me to the mystery
of why the nights run short
and the days even shorter
Please, Moon —
just for one night
can’t you sit still
and stay a while
We can have
a midnight tea —
just you and me
we’ll talk all night
and bask in the glow
of your regal beauty
Wax & wane
We may as well make
friends with Change —
the instant the Moon is full
it’s already starting to wane
Doppelgänger
moonlit winter trees
bare branches paint gray shadows
ghostly risen roots
Christmas night
great horned christmas caroling owl
crooning to a nearly full cold moon—
aromatic firewood smoke dancing
with chill desert air and winter stars—
people holidaying with indoor trees
oblivious to nature’s nighttime party
Early morning goodbyes
Death is never a clean break — some stardust always remains.
Galactic gathering
Standing in a silent still-dark February morning
Cool dewy grass grazes half-bare sandaled feet
Lo! Saturn arrives as Jupiter saddles Sagittarius
Mars burns red near the glowing crescent moon
Serpens slithers against a vaporous galaxy border
Antares winks green and gold, crimson and rust
As Scorpius swings its tail at the southern horizon
Libra starboard and upward of the crowded scene
Balancing askew over the poor impaled lone wolf
Ophiuchus a bystander in the busy celestial show
Move it
Too many of us have a skipping spirit but a sit-still body.
Myelin
I love you with all my bones — the heart is too ephemeral.
Abrupt
When you’re used to seeing someone day after day, for years on end, and then suddenly they’re gone, you
Creeping
shorter days seem a little ominous
shadows are becoming autumn’ish