the dampened quiet
an overcast sky
we fret, we implore
will more rain
continue to fall?

the dampened quiet
an overcast sky
we fret, we implore
will more rain
continue to fall?

what color do I paint the rain
as it slides down a pane of glass?
how do I corral the wind
as it nestles in the boughs of a sycamore?
where do I unload the burdens
never asked or paid for?
why does the dark-eyed junco,
pecking scattered seeds on the ground,
forever make me smile?

a garden of roses, bereft of bloom
a smiling face, bereft of warmth
a broken heart, bereft of hope
a broken world, bereft of kindness
earrings
gently tinkle
she’s one
self-belled cat
slatted sunlight
puppy’s ambrosia
mine, too

pollen-dusted red-eye
head-busting sinus blues
ragweed rules
the roost around here

I’m befuddled by others’ conduct
what odd & disrespectful behaviors
*
on display — rudeness, arrogance,
incivility, boorish disregard, self-
*
centeredness, envy, greed & contempt
what a withering indictment
*
sobering, sad, & disconcerting
this country, this humanity of ours

August’s summer temper(ature) tantrum
bleeds into September’s autumnal promise
patience and good humor will prevail
should we fail to wilt before cool air arrives

quietly, she no longer
feels the need
to prove herself to anyone
except herself
remnants of my mother’s watches
timepieces no longer flailing against the onslaught
of a relentless master
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