Tag: poetry

the battle of spring (archives)

as winter shed her overcast

the sun began to show

and suddenly a knoll of grass

appeared amid the snow

the withered blades lay all askew

like soldiers in defeat

but as the yellow army grew

the snow began retreat

soon winter all across the land

could hold her ground no more

and even snowmen turned and ran

for spring had won the war

there was a time

looking at this photo that

i took earlier this morning,

i see another april blizzard

blowing across the tracks,

and that’s it, nothing more.

but there was a time when

i would’ve seen two robotic

sentinels in big sunglasses

holding candy-cane spears

while guarding the road to

the land of the snow gods.

hey, wait a minute…

–photo by me

fishy deal

bring me an icehouse

a big pick-up truck

an auger and minnows

and plenty of luck

bring me a license

and fishing gear, too

gasoline, propane

and something to do

a six-pack of beer

and food, if you wish–

bring these to me

and i’ll bring you a fish

–photo by me

Snow, Snow, Go Away

Snow, snow, go away

Come again on Christmas Day

It looks as though I must delay

My plans to ride my bike today.

Snow, snow, disappear

Come again late in the year

For though I’m trying to persevere

I’ve really had it up to here.

–Photo by me

i will

i drive up to my favorite spot

for some serious stargazing,

and as my eyes adjust to the

inky blackness of the night,

i find myself suddenly on

the edge of a rocky crag,

hanging precariously over

a yawning, endless void–

the abyss of nothingness.

i want to cling to the world

for if i should lose my grip,

i might tumble into it;

in time, i know i will.

–photo by me

magic moonbeams

i was out chopping wood

‘neath a magical moon

when i came face to face

with a bear,

and i was quite sure

to be disemboweled soon–

but the beast stood in place

and just stared.

the moonbeams on my beard

somehow tranquilized him,

and i found i was no

longer scared,

so we went in for tea,

and he sat on my knee

while i read him the tale

of three bears.

–photo by son aaron