Starry, Starry Flight


In starry, starry flight between
A blushing moon and earthly light –
Ghostly forms – both sign and seal of
Near and distant storms,
Slowly swim and glide below the jeweled
Span in which they hide,
Keeping midnight rendezvous with
Ancient lore and worlds to come.


Dec. 21, 2010 note attached to poem:

“Last night’s lunar eclipse was an extraordinary sight for mortals who happened to see it.
I awoke at 12:30 a.m. and noticed the blinding moonlight from two hours earlier had disappeared. The eclipse had reached its full intensity.

“I mounted my camera to a tripod and went outside in my pajamas and socks. Barb was right behind me. What a view!

“After a few minutes, Barb said, “What is that?!” A flock of geese was gliding across the sky below the moon. There were over a dozen of them. There was no way I could capture them, since each exposure was about 3 seconds at f8, so I grabbed another picture of some geese I had taken and worked in Photoshop to add them to the eclipse shot. The city lights had lit the geese as they flew by. What a memory!”

Swings and Rainbows


The mornings are beautiful –
The breeze is cool –
Sprinkler spray drifts across
The lawn, painting rainbows
In the sunbeams.

The empty swing is swaying now –
I can almost hear the laughter.
I think you can, too.

Maybe there will be swings of joy in heaven –
I think so, what about you?


To Sleep, To Sleep


This cleansing tide streaks the afternoon birches,
And they would sing for joy in June,
But there they stand, winterized and ready for bed –
Red-yellow remnants shuddering slowly, silently.

Misting and drenching both as this minute passes,
The sunny shower sings alone.
Some branches stir in silent gratitude
And promise a resounding overture come spring.

To sleep, to sleep.
To dream, to dream.


A Shockwork Orange


This color – orange –
Yellow-wedded red –
Pumpkin-skinned pastel.
Nobly born but little worn –

Sometimes redneck shocking –
Mid-60’s model frocking –
Cadillac’s laughter mocking.

True misfit hue of space and time –
Makes perfect sense that it has no rhyme.


December Ditty


December bites my heavy heels –
It snaps with teeth a grinnin’.
It chases fast and hard behind
Me while I’m runnin’.

The door at last is latched and locked –
The monster’s kept at bay.
A load of wood and cozy fire
Have chased the beast away.