Nothing like
a freshly washed face
for taking on the world
with impertinence and grace.
Monthly Archives: August 2016
Connections: August 30
Fading and crowded
mushed from hot rain
harvest is mildewed
people the same
it sure isn’t summer
nor autumn by right
what is this season
of not-yet and not-quite?
More thanks to the S.W. Berg Photo Archives.
Connections: August 29
The finches have been here
bless their little beaks
perched atop their dinners
with their delicate physiques
they pull and they yank
while bobbing about
lemon-feathered hogs
at the August garden cook-out.
Connections: August 28
The rational being within us
when heat and humidity combine
demands we take proper action:
get out and stand in line
because
the muggier the air
the longer the queue
the better the vanilla
the caramel
the goo.
(That’s me on the left. I think the photographer got my good side.)
And yet more thanks to the S.W. Berg Photo Archives.
Connections: August 27
Water, water, everywhere
and how the spiders spin
to catch it
watch it
bound mid-air
like twinkly silver sequin.
With apologies to Coleridge.
Connections: August 26
Connections: August 25
Yesterday at four
the siren pierced the air
tornado!
serious adrenaline flare!
My nerves were badly damaged,
the rest of me OK
but this morning’s early lightning
signals another jittery day.
Computer OFF!
Connections: August 24
“Come and get it!” clangs the dill
to these voracious gleaners.
But since when are caterpillars
made out of striped pipe cleaners?
Connections: August 23
Prairie sketch
loosely lined
wind-drawn
rendering,
tendering
just enough
to hang the rain on.
More thanks to the S.W. Berg Photo Archives.
Connections: August 22
The Swiss Guard of the park
hissed that he would bust us
we maintained our innocence
but still he didn’t trust us.
All we wanted was photos
but he stood his little bug ground
defending the monarch’s milkweed
colorfully honor-bound.
Oddments 