Having guests over at seven o’clock today
and the table is set with the sides and entrée;
Can’t leave anything out and there’s no way
we’ll forget what to leave out well past the sorbet.
Tag: Poem
Waiting on Ginkgo
Still in winter’s death grip
green buds exposed
to icy blast
the ginkgo awaits
the sun’s warmth
as we watch
to see the first leaves unfurl
like hopes hidden
from the light of day
until the future is now.
Shenandoah Mist
At twilight
the winter day wanes.
In the valley
the blue mist descends
like a blanket
on the trees.
I strain to see
the crepuscular wanders
of nimble deer
bereft of light
and fear.
DP Photo Challenge: Landscape
Memories and Refrigerator Doors
(An ode of sheer gratitude to a wondrous blank space that invites our creative attention)
Memories and refrigerator doors
Blank spaces covered with magnetic miasma
Of memories old, up and coming, and new,
Now I want to remember you, each one,
Refrigerator doors of bygone days
And the door I opened just today.
This Jolly Beggar 