Thursday, August 22, 2013

Poem for Today

In Strange Lands

Perhaps the small animals I see,
They mean more to me,
Because in strange lands,
I have no courage to speak to other people.

Only the silly fat bees,
And the mysterious cats,
They stop and come close.
I cannot tell if they are smiling.

August 2013

Wednesday, August 7, 2013

Poem for Today


Girl with little feet,
Tiny dangle of clustered toes,
Tasty. Glistening bold as bright cherries.

When I see the sun early -
Cracking the clouds from the Western sea,
It means everything good,
As warm as seeing you sleep next to me.

Our dog lifts its tumbled and dozy head,
Blinking back at me, 
Then she curls tighter,
Spinning into the fold of your knees.
Completely understanding why I am smiling at you.

August, 2013