
in the calm
before the storm
we peek out from
where we dwell
and we pray
to god above
that the coming
storm he quell
yet our efforts
are in vain
for as far as
I can tell
he always
counts to ten
just before he
gives us hell

in the calm
before the storm
we peek out from
where we dwell
and we pray
to god above
that the coming
storm he quell
yet our efforts
are in vain
for as far as
I can tell
he always
counts to ten
just before he
gives us hell

Miraculously, it was Pajama Day. Whew!

the sun lights our world
yet would hide the entire
universe from us
it takes the blackest of nights
to truly see where we are

at dawn we watched the sunrise
splashing colors on the day
and when we got too hot
we swam the afternoon away
at dusk we danced in meadows
flecked with flashing fireflies
while zephyrs whispered secrets
under hazy azure skies
at night we told tall tales
as we sat beneath the stars
you were the goddess venus
and I the man from mars

the shows are dazzling
with all-star casts each night on
the galactic plane
–photo by me

slightly tattered wings
grace a butterfly in my
slightly tattered world
imperfection is the key
to the door of creation
–photo by me

dark trees ferment in forests deep
and stand in silent semi-sleep
with roots entangled underground
like secrets that we keep
and thus adjoined they won’t betray
the web of roots they hide away
but made of wood and not of stone
they all will fall one day
–photo by me

me and the old dog
on the porch doing nothing
but remembering–
remembering, that is,
how to be happy again

I met a man
Who had a plan
To make me
Very rich,
And I was low
On cash and so
I listened to
His pitch:
For a fee,
He shared
With me
The secret scam
He knew,
And if you send
Ten dollars,
Friend,
I’ll share it
With you too.

we three were
a merry three
the sun
the wind
and me
we danced
with ease
upon a breeze
while daisies
bowed in
verdant leas
but then the
wind was
called away
and couldn’t
stay to play
one day
the sun and I
we really tried
to have some
fun beneath
blue skies
but soon
I found our
friendship
thinned
until at last
the truth
sunk in
the sun’s
a bitch
without
the wind