February 3, 2013 Sunday Wordle #94 and dVerse

IMG_9279miserable, fuss, wish, go, again, interest
bust, figure, prove, straight, enough, sweet

The sands of time
Have slipped through
Without warning
I am not miserable
Nor will I make a fuss
Over the loss of January

I will remain in
This very moment
Tend my wishes
Like the gardener in spring
Wait for sweet results
Though I admit
I am so tired of winter
I could bust
With its pristine white
Blanket covering the road
Now spun frosting
Of brown sugar

The snow melts
Runs down hill in rivulets
Straight into the arroyo
Usually as dry as bleached bones
Where thirsty sage waits

Ravens circle above the arroyo
Call to each other
Like children in the play yard
Push and shove
Try to sit in the
Same exact spot on the coyote fence
Gossip about the neighbors
Tell the news
Nothing to prove

The sun shines
My shadow supports
The lone figure
On the mesa
It is enough

Note: The image I have selected is of objects on the windowsill in the studio, on a cold February day.  The weather report says, “Mostly sunny, cold.”

The prompt for dVerse was about shadows, I realized in the piece I wrote for Sunday Whirl I talk about the shadow in the last part, but I wanted to write something more.

Light and Shadows

Light and dark
Shadow side of the moon
The other side of the coin
Sunshine and shadow

Black and white
The valley of the shadow of death
Joy and sorrow
Night and day

Light and dark
If only we can remember
The brightest light
Is found in the darkest shadow

When we are in the shadow
The shadow is in us
And we will take it
Where ever we go

Light and dark
It is a part of us
One not better
Than the other

Sunday December 15, 2012 Wordle #87

Wordle #87

top, list glassy, unfolded, itch, rushes, slicks, listen, sign, lighten, tragic, visalility, milky


Image from the Internet

A Material Gift to Honor the Man

Who Did not Collect Material Gifts

List made

Checked twice

At the top

A gift for you

With glassy eyes I stare

At the milky blank space

Where the gift should be written

No idea…

There is no word for lack of it

Fold and unfold the paper

Wrinkled and torn like a photo

By the Starns twins

Palms itch

Idea after idea rushes to be rejected

None seem right

I listen to the songs of the season and sigh

Holiday load would be lightened

If only a slick idea

Would materialize

Christmas morning will be tragic

For lack of gift to give

Snow is expected

Visability low

Note:  Sometimes it is not the buying of the gift at the shopping mall, but the idea of the perfect gift to give.  The holiday has become one big “potlatch.”  And we put a lot of pressure on ourselves to find that perfect gift.  I selected the image of the book, The Gift, one of my favorites.    And Merry Christmas to all…….

Saturday March 3, 2011 Wordle


Early Morning Encounter

Still coatless I pull on woolly socks

As the early mornng shadow chills my spine

The white snow transforms the landscape

From my kitchen window

I see you rise up from

Your bed of twigs

To meet this cold morn

Your daughter is with you

The fullness of your coat

Keeps you unaware

Of the icy flakes

That settle on your back

You have returned

After many days

I will not admonish you

But prefer your presence

Between my teeth

And along my tongue

I taste the metal of your absence

December 14, 2011 We Write Poems #84 Window Faces

Window image

We Write Poems #84 Window Faces

Window Faces

Faces at the window

Shadows on the wall

Not your’s or mine

But all the faces

Passing by

Each unique

Snows covers the ground

It is the winter of the year

The wind blows through

The evergreens on the hillside

Weapons explode

Still it is forever quiet

On the mesa

It is the “still life” of the year

All is waiting

Standing still


Soon all will begin again

Some will be here to see this

And some will not

Some will be stars

And some will be shadows

Some will be faces in the window