ode to darkness

fabled shades of dawn
cover the darkness
so deep when it was
so content to be
not alone but full
of shinny lights
that roam the sky
telling their story
before the sun
pushes up
another dawn

aging with myself

arguing with myself?
should you do that
when you live alone?
die trying has new meaning
life time warranty does as well
still figuring out what is
and what isn't just me
where did I come from
and why did I appear
my wonderful childhood
then the secret change called
growing up maturing
I know now how little I knew
for sure it is best not to know
how things will turn out
first age is good last age better
surprises keep us on our toes
discovering my cogs
not so much what is but what isn't
I don't care for random dislike
when my dog became my constant
and only companion discovery
and learning followed
its what I will never know
that really bothers me

miracles

the stone will be rolled back
the trees are blooming
the iris leaf cracks for the flower
the vultures and crows
come to eat old Wyoming brisket
a baby hummingbird
comes to the feeder
and has not yet learned
how to use it
spring flowers are blooming
profusely in the dry woods
the woods has certain things
it saves for certain weathers
so no matter what there
is something blooming
He has a plan for you to
why can't I be like my dog
living in the present
with no concern for tomorrow
that's good grandma
time for the motorcycle
on the private roads
at the cabin

Beethoven

our in house wood pecker
Beethoven came at first light
tapping his song against the metal
spark arrester on the chimney
crosman copperhead beebees 
are fired to scare when
he pecks at the wooden cabin
repairs have been made
this is his woods first
but if he wakes me again

staying

my husband died in 2005
like other city friends
no need to stay
moved to the country
where I met others
was thinking of moving
back to the city
but now I know
the folks around here
the city is lonely
I will stay here

sabbatical

sabbatical 
sleeping late
watching movies
eating burgers coke
and fries at a drive-in
slithering slowly
like a snake
through the lazy days
lost blog lost words
looking for lines
piles of words
closets drawers full
jumbles of them
some hanging from trees
forming poems
in the wind
as they fall
caught by raindrops
making puddles
of poems

fox fun

eggs for the foxes
they do love them so
more than you or I
could ever know
eggs we put out
for them to find
we watch their antics 
as they playfully
decide just how
to grab
an egg and run
fun fun fun