February 13.20

Sunrise in the kitchen

its gold eye warm

through blue-white froth

of last night’s storm

rousing the patter

of wiggly-toed feet

noses to windows

day’s quickened heartbeat.

 

December 22.19

And so

with a cold wink of moon

sly thief

pickpocket of the sun

does the earth

with me

welcome solstice.

I love the warmth

of old flannel

the blanket of solitude

swaddling me

in inwardness

as the maple

sleeps.

 

October 13.19

When fire heralds the day

and the lava of dawn boils over the world

what urgency seethes

to be heeded.

 

May 23.19

Doesn’t purple burn?

Doesn’t it melt

languid

into gold?

Apollo stokes

the coals of dawn

gilding the sky

with alchemy.

 

January 24.19

 

Night lingers

in cobalt shadow

while stars dawdle

on winter’s bones.

 

January 12.19

 

Breakfast is served

if you’re not too picky

if you don’t think slimy

pondweed is icky

if you’ll brave the snow

and duckgooseflesh

you’ll savor an entrée

delectably fresh.

 

(Well, at least I didn’t make any cold duck jokes.)

 

 

Disconnections: September 16.18

 

Pond pixels at dawn

play at reflecting

rippling jigsaw

its own dawn confecting.