Sunday, February 18, 2018

Jellyfish

Who could come up with such a thing?

It seems jellyfish
Live forever.
They move
From spore
To tentacled being
To spore
And back again.
No reincarnation
For the jellyfish.
No being named
After
Aunt Susie
Uncle Jack
Just an endless cycle
Of life
Then life
Again
Forever George
In different forms.


Friday, February 16, 2018

Wailing wall

How many prayers?

How many walls
Must we build?
How many?
Before the world
Is walled off
And we have stopped
Seeing
Anyone else?
How many
Prayers
Must be placed
In the chinks?
How many guns
Lined up
On the top?



Thursday, February 15, 2018

Farmer's Almanac

What's coming, and when, and how.

The bushes begin
To appear
Once more.
What was a foot
Of snow
Is now
Six inches.
I wonder again
About a subscription
To
The Farmer's Almanac.
Still
It seems
Like astrology
Or a belief
In woolly bear caterpillars.
I would always like
A sure-fire way
To predict
What's coming,
And when,
And how.

Sunday, February 11, 2018

Thumb loop

It's the little things

My first time
In a sling.
I have
The fancy one
With
A thumb loop
To hold it
In place.
Someone spent years
Designing it.
I am grateful
For
The thumb loop.
Grateful for the sling
Yes
But especially grateful
For
The thumb loop.

Saturday, February 10, 2018

Fox in snow redux

My beloved cleared the foot of snow from the front walk yesterday. Today there is a quarter inch,  just enough to see our fox tracks.

There they were again,
On the front walk,
Singular fox tracks
In the snow dust.
He leaves signs
For us to find
In the morning.
It is always good
To know
We are accompanied
By an unseen
Fox.

Friday, February 9, 2018

Snow hat

Backyard wildlife waits not so much to play in the snow, as for the next mouthful of seed.

The flat surfaces
Outdoors
Wear foot-high
Snow hats
Birds and squirrels
Wait
Not
So patiently
Under
The outside table.
It has its own
Snow hat
With room
For seed
Underneath.



Thursday, February 8, 2018

Birds in snow

I would have thought that the cardinal, being bigger, would hog the seed. Perhaps there's protection in numbers

The cardinal
Arrayed in red,
The flock of juncos
In white-fronted
Black tuxedos
Make a meal
Of the seed
Under
The outdoor
Dining table.
All are welcome
Under the table,
No matter who
Is wearing what.
All are welcome.
All eat
Together,