Chivelings!
Herbal babies, first to birth
wiggling roots in warming earth
slenderly poking this way and that
through winter swaddle, last year’s hat.
Newly voiced in green polyphony:
Canticum novum! Here I be!
Monthly Archives: February 2016
Connections: February 28
Fusillade!
reds that shoot around the compass
pyrotechnic
crackling rumpus!
Rendering air all blistery
sizzling with hot mystery:
how can such artillery
be one with flagrant frillery?
Connections: February 27
In the Land of The Way Things Should Be
my grandson would rule by decree
it seems incredible
but cars would be edible
aerodynamically.
Thanks to the Mesterharm Photo Archives, especially designer/builder Toby.
Connections: February 26
Twinned in marshy mirror
the day flies
flashing
apart
sic transit
in molten moment
twilight’s performance art.
More thanks to the S.W. Berg Photo Archives.
Connections: February 25
A heavy hand of winter
weighs on us today
a hoary wind lamenting
would blow us all away.
But here I sit in fuzzy robe
warm if not exotic
contemplating verb and noun
how utterly Quixotic.
Is it all inconsequential
or is it something more?
Should I care, or should I shrug?
The wind shrills “You’re a bore!”
Yet here’s my motley garden
leftover Valentine reds
my glorious amaryllis
with quadruple flaming heads.
Their warmth declares a battle
‘gainst dark and cold without.
I’m stuck between the forces
of will and writer’s doubt.
Connections: February 24
Is anyone going anywhere?
Is there a train, a bus?
Is there a ticket, pass, or fare,
an eye, a heart, a pulse?
If I wait despite my dread,
will I go where I should?
Or is my way as coldly dead
as the weathered wood?
Thanks again to the S.W. Berg Photo Archives.
Connections: February 23
Connections: February 22
CONFLAGRATION
It starts in November
with Ann
the first in our historic
baby span.
In December comes Donna
in January, yours truly
today comes Bill
now we celebrate duly:
I have declared
by formal decree
that not until Bill
are we officially 73.
That’s 292 candles
and there is absolutely no doubt
taking two at a time
we can blow them all out.
So happy birthday to us,
creaky, not done,
and a Geritol toast:
one for all, all for one!
Connections: February 20
Shadow’s chide:
too easy to see
what you can hold.
Look at me.
I show you form
otherwise hidden
ironic image
by darkness litten.
(Like memory
life’s afterglow
revealing shapes
we didn’t know.)
Connections: February 19
Like winter water
mocking the sky
with the truth
of its own dullness.
Like winter water
damned to eternal slowness
seeking
somewhere
to be warmed.
Like winter water
so cold it numbs itself
stops blood
takes breath.
So memory
leaching warmth of the present
with winter water
of the undead past.
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