Archimedes the caterpillar
has but one focus:
dodging footfall
from locus to locus.
Tag Archives: Brooks School Park
Connections: September 11.17
If dark waters reflect light
does hope persist?
Still on owning darkness
compassion must insist.
If I tell you tomorrow
the sun will surely shine
that makes the loss all yours
and not one iota mine.
I have to share the dark
or my words serve only me
my brilliant advice, my platitudes
condescending mockery.
If I can’t feel with you
your grief and your confusion
the light is mere mirage
a cruel and cold illusion.
We have much loss to face this 9.11 — may we face it squarely.
Connections: September 10.17
The purring creek
suns itself
under lacy flounce
while crimson, furtive
prowls
biding time to pounce.
Connections: May 12.17
Connections: May 11.17
New green
ponderous bright
downy tassels
plumped with light
peridot-hued
velvet bedight
daring the poet
to enword and indite.
Connections: March 22.17
In how many ways
can Nature say bland?
How many greys
in March’s wasteland?
Thus the creek queried
churning leaden and duller
in sighs winter-wearied
“My kingdom for some color!”
With apologies to Shakespeare.
Yes, dear reader, this IS a color shot. Taken yesterday. Alas.
Connections: February 23.17
Amid the pallid brittle sticks
a vernal blush
and life declares itself
in plant blood rush.
Connections: February 21.17
Connections: February 20.17
Presenting the colors
tried, resolute
red, white, and blue
nature’s salute.
Wishing you a thoughtful Presidents’ Day, dear reader.
Connections: December 8.16
There’s a joke about a river
called Denial
sludged with fear
cunning and wile.
It looks like this
from first inception
thick with the grit
of self-deception.
Nothing funny
about this joke
all it does
is gag and choke.
