Some inactivity here, life's unavoidable clutter; sometimes a deeper spoon is needed to stir the stew. With apologies. _m

lost time
a deeper spoon
this stew

The parade.

this river flows
down the tarmac
a pretzel

Day's close.

craving union
the shadows join
rising fog

Departure #7

From my scribble book, _m

Then, and now.

Hours were longer, and in
Wishing for the day,
A child slept through
Bleaker nights,
Awakening to
Bluer skies, where
Birds curled higher
Above greener trees,
Fields were broader,
Hills taller,
Brooks deeper, and
Cleaner winds blew
Through darker forests;
Tomorrows were the
Next steps along
Secret paths that
Led to unknown
Places where
Thickets of fatter
Raspberries waited,
And the
Sun rained down
To pull the earth
Through greening
Stem... into brighter
Flowers.

A child saw these things
Then... and now,
In the sculpture of memory.

A new day.


eyes close
when I awaken
a flower

Kathy, I wish you a very Happy Birthday! Much love, as always, Doug.


birthday
a special day
for me and to my wife
that every day I share with you
a joy

Anybody still use... an old hand-crank pencil sharpener?


my pencil
with its broken lead
lost thought

clover stem
spun between my fingers
hope turns

windmill
this lamp in the dark
snow spins

... we can only offer hope.


earth shakes
life in this rubble
a dove flies

... and I'll add: as the chipmunks, in and out of the darknesses, to gather the day.


this wall
in voids among the stones
poets

Soon, their yearly rite.


headwaters
arise from this thaw
shad spawn

An echo... caused by Andrew's -Past Tense-; one leaf eddies above them all. _m


this wind
stirs my thoughts
a leaf

From last spring's scribble book: of the late March sun, in my shadow a fox's lair... but for the moment.


warmth
seeps into their den
the kits

I... play-jer-ize myself; this a recent comment at K's blog, 'Talon'


a cardinal
taunts this dark-thought crow
brighter perch