maples at sunrise
each crimson leaf luminous
each tree a starburst
Month: November 2015
451
late fall– cats make peace
burrow under the blankets
hearth of my belly
450
roofs motley with leaves
reds, golds, and yellows shimmer
ghosts of morning rise
449
my aunts sheer terror
feds coming to arrest her
phone message says so
448
a dry November
whispers of rain bring comfort
a benediction
447
Winter closes in,
except for a few buskers
crickets have all gone
Dark Matter tanka
Creation’s a tree
of ornaments, lights, tinsel
so bedazzling
its dark branches go unseen
cradling the galaxies.
446
whiskers and purrs rub
against my first morning cup
of hot, black coffee
445
goats visiting my yard
munching on jack-o-lanterns
the morning after
11/13/15
Butcher, breaker
Decapitator
Enjoy the virgins
Of heaven
May they be all
The mangled corpses
You made on earth.
444
where are the songbirds
are they in rehearsal rooms
practicing for spring
443
a new Paris film
latest acts of holocaust
zombies have the guns
442
puff of down drifting
on voices of those chanting,
prayer uplifting
441
God dotes on sparrows
not news for crows and blackbirds
feeding on asphalt
440
a November day
flags and leaves in the grey wind
names etched in granite
439/s
cherry, plum, damson
each blossom has its beauty
blest to be themselves
438
my coldwater shack’s
digital coffee maker
neighbours envy me
437
russian blue morning
oozes through doors and windows
gray cat gazes out
436
fresh coffee brewing
a steady snare beat outside
neighbors sing out “Rain!”
