This is why geese honk:
the ducks just sally on through,
in essence saluting the geese
with a “don’t-give-a-good-howdy-do.”
Monthly Archives: February 2020
February 28.20
Night light
wind with bite
bitter air
mocking chair
message clear:
don’t sit here.
February 27.20
Poor little pansy!
It tried very hard
to bring some springtime
into the yard.
Unabashedly sunny,
its bright shiny face
promised big change
with diminutive grace.
I’d rail at the winter
my dander bestirred,
but I know that the pansies
will have the last word.
Thanks yet again to photographer S.W. Berg.
February 26.20
I love graphite;
I love to draw.
Nature’s pencil
fills me with awe.
I am undecided, dear reader. Is this late winter snow a sign that Nature is cruel or kind? Indiana is at its worst now: gloppy, cold, colorless, dark. We are starved for light and color. We want watercolor but Nature gives us graphite, and, darn it, it’s beautiful.
February 22.20
Look both ways
our parents told us,
and if we didn’t
they’d yell and scold us,
but a harder lesson,
heaven knows,
if cars and trucks
drove over our toes.
A lesson for life,
to look aft and fore,
then run like the wind,
wide-eyed and full bore!
Thanks yet again and a rousing HAPPY BIRTHDAY
to photographer S. W. Berg!
February 21.20
Ancient teacher
friend of dreams
specter of loss
hazy as truth
horizon
siren
how tiny the wending ships
in quest of another.
More thanks to photographer S.W. Berg.
February 20.20
The Obvious can elude me
I ruefully admit
but I think that even I
am not this slow of wit.
More thanks to photographer S.W. Berg.
February 18.20
Spring is imminent
I have the certain feeling:
behold the season’s first
spider on the ceiling.
(Ick.)
February 17.20
The bud inspector
isn’t sure
how long these leaflings
will endure;
a phony spring
bamboozled them
to pop up from
their cozy stem.
He shakes his head
and fears the worst,
spreads his wings
to lift, but first
he chirps a tsk,
consults an app,
and tucks his iphone
under his cap.
February 16.20
White insists
that every crook
splintered furl
bashful nook
shriveled curl
be seen.
Oddments 