Someone hit the switch from bitter cold winds to sun - has Spring now begun?
for Algot
A place to gather words before they get lost.
Someone hit the switch from bitter cold winds to sun - has Spring now begun?
for Algot
A pond pool, melting, a springtime transformation for singing peepers
Each horn on the line in sync with the other
the sound of a field of Evening Primrose flowers
the sound of a train at a hundred miles per hour
the sound of a band at the height of play: Tower of Power
A pencil at rest is the best way to think, a poetic pause in graphite, not ink, with a nub and eraser stub ready to go
so this here is the day of the year that's been added in;
dar brincos, my friend - leap it and linger
Leap Day 2024
Robins on the tree; we marvel at the mayhem, a dance in motion
Nearly Mud Season - another reason for us to pay attention
Green, bathed in yellow, buds awakening from sun; but – too soon! too soon!
A waning season, with Winter bending its way towards yearly slumber
for Algot
At the edge of wall, fresh water, falls, tumbling into waiting stone