• Running on tip toe,
    barefoot, for morning papers.
    April is too cold


  • Solitary Oak
    Three quarters moon, blue black sky
    Silvering night clouds

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  • Noisy restaurant
    Losing the conversation
    Good friends, it’s still good


  • Eighty two and gone
    My uncle lived a full life
    And yet… and yet…

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  • Farm to market roads
    Trickle down to the highway
    Gravel to asphalt


  • Old world memories
    Swiss Valley, French Hill, Dutch Lane
    In Eastern Iowa

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  • The rotting snow banks
    Reveal dirty, crumbling trash
    The first signs of spring

    ,


  • I’m turning fifty
    Sung to by city and birds
    As I cross the porch


  • Crescent moon, contrails
    Mysterious script written
    On dawn’s bluing skies

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  • Snow melts in the sun,
    Under the scattered shadows
    Of the bare tree limbs

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  • Lavender and peach
    Pastel skies. Sunrise. A sense
    Of worlds still turning


  • A chill winter rain
    Public Trash Cans Shine in a
    River of Headlights

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  • cats-rhythm
    Light snow and clean tracks
    Circles with four toes, then five
    It’s a cat’s rhythm

    ,


  • Still lounging in bed
    Listening to spring rain wash
    Winter from the streets

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  • Corn syrup, caffeine
    Dance with the green devil
    Morning Mountain Dew


  • March, endless winter
    The crows calling at sunrise
    Edgy impatience

    , ,


  • Oh, sweet luxury!
    Fifty years shimmering with
    The best kinds of friends.

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  • Snow dusted sidewalk
    Full of braided rabbit tracks
    Early signs of spring

    , ,


  • Beau cat takes five steps
    Into fresh late winter snow
    And returns indoors

    , ,

  • red-buddha
    Red Buddha dances
    Level gaze, silver tipped tail
    And that slight, sweet grin

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  • Old highways, small towns
    Stop lights, store fronts, speed limits
    Common mysteries

    ,

  • Ripples of Time
    Along the road home
    Ripples and folds of time
    Etched in the cut stone

    , ,


  • Farm fields in still life
    Golden stubble, black dirt, snow
    And hawk, hovering

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  • Yes. Monday Morning.
    But goofy cats make me laugh
    Walking out the door.

    , ,

  • Like Aphrodite
    Like Aphrodite
    Dressed with just your beauty
    You start my true life

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  • Beggar squirrels sift
    Dead leaves, dirty crusts of snow
    Not quite springtime yet

    ,


  • A sudden river
    The sidewalk’s melting snow banks
    Sparrow’s springtime bath

    , ,


  • Calling mourning doves
    Close by, then distant echo,
    Minor key morning

    ,


  • Bare tree limb shadows
    Fall across my neighbor’s house
    Under clear blue skies

    , ,


  • First thaw and sunrise
    Frees the voice of  dove and crow
    And running water

    ,


  • House plants crave sunlight
    Reaching towards chill window panes
    For every warm ray

    ,


  • Murmur of dried leaves
    Crescent moon with pendant star
    Night’s dark sky shades blue

    ,


  • Northern latitudes
    Fifteen minutes more of sun.
    Late Winter’s small gift

    ,

  • winter-moon
    Winter moon rising
    Night Breeze whispers its applause
    Spring waits in the wings

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  • Road cuts hillside stones
    Fence posts stitch along the edge
    The hawk floats above

    ,


  • Full moon blues white snow
    Smoldering Cigarette Butt
    Balms the perfection.

    ,


  • Self evident truths
    Feared lost, now honored again
    A world breathes deeply


  • A kitchen window
    Lights the quiet alleyway.
    Hear the snow falling


  • Just before sunrise
    Bare tree limbs etch dawn grayed skies
    Nature’s black and white

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  • Corporate Ishmael
    The white whale a ticking clock
    And always high seas


  • Morning Devotions
    Snow Shovel, Kitty Litter
    Full Moon’s Blue Glimmer

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  • Two Degrees Below
    Rising Sun’s Apricot Wash
    Silence, Sound Frozen


  • Sweet talking me fails
    So Lilu nips my elbow
    In hopes of breakfast

    ,

  • Moving furniture
    Like dancing with elephants.
    Good tale told later

    ,

  • Raw silk and saffron
    Distilled to morning sunlight
    In my iced driveway

    ,

  • Just After Breakfast
    My cats, Tails flying like flags,
    Inspect empty bowls

    , ,

  • Today’s news came wrapped
    In blue sky and horsetail clouds
    Media or message?

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