21st century media brings vicarious thrills
into my Midwest home daily and hourly
Blessing
White plumes grace the shallows,
elegant, pristine,
Milestone Anniversary
Tall white spruce throw reflections on the stagnant Peshtigo River,
a light breeze sets them to shimmer in rippled, slate-colored water.
Fireflies on a June Evening
I saw Scorpio in the southern sky
but below that stars were blinking
Alive
our last waltz
waves move in chorus
Untitled
that damp November of the soul
undone by a single late-blown rose
Serenity
The waves kiss the shore
delicately touching
When I Held the Eagle
I cradled the eagle
like a babe in arms,
Chair
The hand-hewn cedar
Adirondack chair your grandfather
A Place to Play
You interrupt the sky
with more sky. Voodoo
Do Not Tap on the Glass
I am startled to discover a fish tank in a corner of the University
Student Union. The tank is built into the wall. A plaque tells the story:
Knowing
That red squirrel sure has smarts.
It’s been days since we last saw him,
Grief Treatment
Some treat grief like a long lost relative
who has passed to the other side—
Lift
That moment of just before:
the plane at full throttle,
Daily Flight
Every morning
four doves perch high
Sailing Boat on the Seine at Asnières
The paintings on the gallery walls captivated me.
Masterpieces.
Much Too Much, Mr. Mercer
This dawn, filled with wonder—
all thin-cloud angles
Jeff Buttle Skates "Both Sides Now"
Free from the need to axel and lutz,
all the choreography’s tied
Secondhand Awe
The day stood still—if just for a moment
when we left the eye clinic
One Small Gesture
The neighbor beckoned me into his backyard.
My first encounter with him after living years across the street.