Dazzling colors
Defy the bone-chilling ache
Dance in the night
My heart is alight
swaying with the branches
moving with the wind
Breaking earthly pull
I spin off into the sky
yet floating nearby.
Watching dancing lights
I remember sleep beckons
I fly back to bed.
Snoozing with Bella
Tucked at my behind each night
We roast together
Sweet little kitty
Does she dream of standing tall
Playing with Mousey?
Tossing and flipping
A ragged cotton fluffy
Missing eyes, nose, toes
Mousey will be there
When Bella awakes anon
Ready for a new day.
Just standing, watching
The tidal waters drift by
Forgetting briefly
Thinking about snow
A dreamscape comes to my mind
Winter wonderland
Don’t forget to look,
all around us, color lives
to lift our spirits
What would Whitman think?
Of the juxtaposition,
his bust next to donuts.
How did he get there?
Was the plaza once a field?
Now a lot of stores.
A search of his work,
led me to “America,”
A hymn to workers.
So much to be proud of
The joy in their songs gone, and,
Now, we sing of wealth.
Mindful of the block /
Careful coordination /
Color comes to life
Cool green umbrella /
Can you walk with me today? /
That would be lovely
Miss Niki’s fo’ paws /
On guard for free belly rubs /
and admiration
In the morning shade /
Plants in pots arrayed askew /
Tenderly they reach
The gate is always open /
For the sweetest orange cat /
To find her way home
Winding roads revealed
stunning glimpses of the hills
stretching forever.
When handling a gun,
An adult should be present.
Let the good times roll!
Art, so dangerous /
Reveals the dark oppression /
Of a sunny day
War-weary engines
Filled with antidepressants
Will happiness rain?
Delicate blossoms
Though ephemeral in spring
Endure in our hearts
walking in the rain
one day, down at rittenhouse
setting the blues free
The babbling raindrops
Were spreading, rings upon rings
We all embrace rain
Hidden violet
Waits for the warmth of sunlight
To show its colors
In late afternoon
Before the sun slips away
Birds chirp to the skies
Turned like a dial
The trees respond to the warmth and light
Changing faint to bright
Skies in December
They speak so softly outloud
The beauty of light
Fuzzy headed tree
With its gnarly ganglia
Waiting in the cold
What’s in the window? It’s life, staring back at me. What’s so confounding?
With a gentle breeze
the dance of color and light
sirens scream beyond
Felonious Punk
That’s how we remember Sam
Catch me if you can
wringing the cloth soothes
the ones who are left behind
a gentle gesture
favorite picture
As a young woman, dressed up
her whole life ahead
all he wants is shoes
that he collects on flickr
understandable
sweet wine in paris
marais, picasso and, wait,
david hasselhoff
watching over her
Charlene’s angel calmly waits
to carry her home
grass bushes aflame
colors stand out in the snow
reds, white, warm and chill
Lady of the Sea
I dreamed about a ship’s bow
And riding the waves
In the autumn skies
clouds were floating beneath us
traveling homeward
i love autumn skies
the cloud ceilings rise upwards
we are connected
