Sky
Low clouds
A slight wind
A cool morning
There's not much traffic
On Sunday it's quiet,
Before I go to Meeting
I stop by the local cafe
For some good coffee to start my day --
The barrista is proud of her figure,
We have known each other for a lot of years,
We check in with each other on our hopes and fears,
Then I sit down at a table and sip my coffee,
Conversing with some strangers before I go on my way.
Sunday, January 8, 2012
Friday, January 6, 2012
Field of Time
Cold
Winter
The First Month
Holiday cheer
Starts to disappear
Gifts have been put away
Routines have resumed their place
Schedules have a more steady pace
The children have returned to their schools
With brand new clothes so that they can feel cool
Slowly Neptune traverses ecliptic space
A desert rabbit gazes fondly at the moon
A widow in a church senses the presence of grace
Winter
The First Month
Holiday cheer
Starts to disappear
Gifts have been put away
Routines have resumed their place
Schedules have a more steady pace
The children have returned to their schools
With brand new clothes so that they can feel cool
Slowly Neptune traverses ecliptic space
A desert rabbit gazes fondly at the moon
A widow in a church senses the presence of grace
Thursday, January 5, 2012
The Morning Fix (It's OK, It's Legal)
The line at Starbuck's Cafe
Waits patiently for caffeine,
It comes in various forms;
Coffee or tea (black or green)
Waits patiently for caffeine,
It comes in various forms;
Coffee or tea (black or green)
Wednesday, January 4, 2012
Last Round
Darkness falls thickly
On the nearly empty street
Some stragglers stagger
After the last round of drinks,
Going their separate ways
On the nearly empty street
Some stragglers stagger
After the last round of drinks,
Going their separate ways
Monday, January 2, 2012
Bleak
The depths of winter
Even in the afternoon
The tenacious frost
Your total lack of empathy
In all the rooms of the house
Even in the afternoon
The tenacious frost
Your total lack of empathy
In all the rooms of the house
Sunday, January 1, 2012
Winter Sweater
The winter sweater
And the January cold
And a few blankets
A new boyfriend for dinner;
Maybe he's the one I'll love
The far-away stars,
Are they so indifferent?,
Do they shine for us?
The bar's Saturday line dance;
Clap, stomp and turn to the beat
Harvesting the grapes
There's the rush before the crush
And anxious owners
The warm October sunrise
Kids getting ready for school
Sparrows in the grass,
At the sight of a shadow,
Hide in the hedges
A pause in the silent house
As she soaks in the quiet
The window rattles
But just for a few seconds
A sudden May wind
The branches filter the light
Of a moon that's nearly full
"What was the question?"
The t.v. is much too loud
For conversation
Hidden behind the garage
Cascading lilacs bloom
And the January cold
And a few blankets
A new boyfriend for dinner;
Maybe he's the one I'll love
The far-away stars,
Are they so indifferent?,
Do they shine for us?
The bar's Saturday line dance;
Clap, stomp and turn to the beat
Harvesting the grapes
There's the rush before the crush
And anxious owners
The warm October sunrise
Kids getting ready for school
Sparrows in the grass,
At the sight of a shadow,
Hide in the hedges
A pause in the silent house
As she soaks in the quiet
The window rattles
But just for a few seconds
A sudden May wind
The branches filter the light
Of a moon that's nearly full
"What was the question?"
The t.v. is much too loud
For conversation
Hidden behind the garage
Cascading lilacs bloom
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