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!
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.
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.
Spring is imminent
I have the certain feeling:
behold the season’s first
spider on the ceiling.
(Ick.)
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.
White insists
that every crook
splintered furl
bashful nook
shriveled curl
be seen.
Cookie avalanche!
A sad miscalculation.
But building cookie mountains
is irresistible temptation.
Wishing you a sweet Valentine’s Day, dear reader!
