Oh where, oh where, is that new fallen snow? The stuff of romance, of winter’s big show The fluffy soft white stuff, that blows to... Read More
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… on a poem about a christmas bear
Pulled from the boxes down below To perch among the mistletoe And window lights, with their soft glow The season’s gifts, you’ll help bestow.... Read More
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… on a poem for the ages, er…. age-ed
Mental-Pause I’m hot then not and then I’m freezing I sense my moods might not be pleasing I threaten lives, limbs; mind a’ seizing And in... Read More
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… on rent-dodging birds
Fall’s falling quickly, warmth it ceases Folks starting to break out their fleeces It’s time for all these northern geeses To break their landlord’s hearts and... Read More
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… on an early chilly fall morning
Early chilly morning fall With just a speck of red Thoughts of comfy socks and fires Are dancing in my head Colors coming quickly... Read More
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… fulfilling a few requests, joy angels
Monty, our grand old Bernese Mountain Dog (and a widely acknowledged good boy), died six months ago. And, in the early morning hours of... Read More
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… on sparkle hunting
Cool sails quiet on ocean air Fog grips the coves and inlets where The sun is veiled in Maine’s embrace Those ‘from away’ softly despair.... Read More
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… on joy angels
Joy Angels I sat still, in the waiting room My old dog at my feet Another tear had made its way Haltingly down my... Read More
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… on a poem for a new england winter
Chunking Our Way Through A New England Winter (or, “Screw You Mother Nature” (you can pick your title because this is one of those new... Read More
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… a poem of gratitude, for the ‘chore’ of christmas cards
My memory is of a table Upon it, colorful Christmas cards I lick the stamps because I’m able As Mom writes her holiday regards.... Read More
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… a poem for my new friend. death becomes her.
The Undertaker’s Rose My new friend wears a great expression Not sadness, anger, nor depression You’d have to offer your concession That ‘happy’ is... Read More
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… a poem on a weathered tree, for weathered humans
Weathered I stopped today beside the old tree, its branches peppered with fall’s last leaves. The ground beneath a carpet of gold, each fallen... Read More