Global Warming

January sky
cobalt blue, no clouds

contributes to amnesia
regarding recent

blizzard and insists
our misery is not

Momma Nature's fault.

Chain of Command

Snow falls light
coats virgin surface
covers mounds of seed
put out this morning
in anticipation of hungry
squirrels and wild birds.

They feed
sometimes bullied by
baby squirrel determined
to fill his belly first, not
realizing that his greed
has made the bounty
visible for all.

When sated, squirrel
leaves and a flock of noisy
Grackles descend
watched by gray-white
feline eying her
breakfast.

Little Things

It doesn't take much
for the wild birds
to be happy just

handfuls of assorted
seed bought on sale
scattered in the cold

and they return to
serenade and share
their freedom.

I even had a coupon
for the feed.

Computer Crash

COMPUTER CRASH

Under stress
my hands shake
my heart remembers
nothing of peace

blood cells race
face turns scarlet
center chest hurts
throat swells

as all thought
becomes one word:

DANGER!

Writing it down
facing the fear
focus begins

It is a computer
It is a machine
If it never works again
my life will not end

Maybe I broke it
Maybe I didn't
no one will blame me
(if I don't blame myself)

The birds don't criticize

nor do the squirrels,
they peck at a hill of
seed and are happy

Call From the Wild

Beauty radiates
from feathers and flight

filling me with joy tears
with cross species love

I feed them seed
on this snowy day

and they feed me
awareness of my soul

that once knew how
to fly and now fears
falling.

Perspective

Biography slips into
irrelevance as gray

hairs converge and
eye sight lessens.

Valentine Memories

Hearts made of paper
collected by teacher
delivered to addressee

I got none

I tried to smile
ignore the void
but it hurt that

I got none

I went home
Mom asked
what was new

I said, "nothing."