Gone guests

                                      They used to fly in by the dozen,
                                          now my feeder is left all alone.
                                            Where did they go? Does anyone know?
                                                    Am I in a no-fly zone?

Bee cafe

                                          I scoffed at the pride-of-madeira,
                                              "You're getting as big as trees!"
                                        "well too bad, boohoo, we're not here for you,
                                               we're here to provide for the bees!"

Priceless?

      

                                        

                                          Is this some archeological stone,

                                             or a precious portion of jade?

                                               Alas, no indeed, it's our lowly seaweed,

                                                    processed for the gourmet trade.

Omen?

                                     Do you think, when a shadow crosses your path,
                                         that misfortune is coming your way?
                                            or can you pretend that it isn't the end, -
                                               just a bad spot going away?

Shades of choice

                                  Seeing the evening all lit up like this,
                                     all black and white, or just pink and grey;
                                       how often it seems, in life or in dreams,
                                          that our choices confront us this way.

Mirage?

  

                                       You may think you're seeing double, -
                                           just not seeing right today?
                                   well perhaps if you tried to cover your eyes,
                                           it might (well, it might!) go away...

Self portrait?

  

                                              When you're trying to make collages,
                                                 you want to produce something new;
                                                but try as you might, you can't get it right,
                                                        and it ends up looking like you!

Pensive poet

                               He sits by my desk and shares his regrets,
                                     unrolling his wistful poem,
                                        recalling the heavenly fragrances
                                  of the blossoms he knew in his home .    .

Ghost post

  

                                            Last night a ghost appeared in my dreams,
                                                 it seemed to be walking upstairs;
                                                  it looked like a nun, though I never knew one, -
                                                     but I started saying my prayers.

Edgy

                                    Sometimes I feel like this fellow,
                                      walking on some kind of ledge,
                                        with nothing around but more ups and downs,
                                            and getting too close to the edge!

Shifting skies

                                   There are days when the skies are confusing,
                                       with clouds blowing every which way;
                                         getting darker or bluer, I'm really not sure, -
                                             what is it they're trying to say?

                                         Some times when you're talking to someone,
                                                and it strikes you that something she said
                                                   is a powerful quote, - then you suddenly note
                                                           there's a halo around her head!

arial anthems

 

                                       

When I watch the wisteria blossoms

                                                        dance with the breeze through the transom;

                                                and I look up at these through the golden green leaves,

                                                         I hear echoes of heavenly anthems!

Fog blog

                                      Some days when the fog is so blinding,
                                             you can't see a thing through the pall;
                                               pretend you're afloat on one of those boats, -
                                                   and just sail away from it all!

Gigi

 

                                           For a truly magnificent structure,
                                               and a sight that's inspiring to see;
                                                with spectacular hues and incredible views,
                                                    how I love my beloved G.G.!

Stuck stalk

                                    If I were a growing pampas stalk,
                                          who had to choose which way to grow,
                                              would I turn up or down, be flat-faced or round,
                                                  how is a poor stalk 'sposed to know?

Kattis

                                    There was a young lady named Kattis,
                                         who prided herself on her statice;
                                     they grew nice and tall, but a deer ate them all,
                                         which didn't help Kattis's status

Tidal talks

                                    I wonder what feelings the tide has,
                                       as it goes on its daily spin;
                                            is it sad at leaving the beach all alone,
                                                  or itching to roar in again?

Glub glub

  

                                What do you do when the world starts to swim,
                                      and nothing looks quite like it ought-er;
                                          when houses and boats no longer float,
                                               has the whole world gone under water?

Bed-mates

   

                                     If you find yourself stuck in a hospital bed,
                                             as we all may do now and then;
                                          it eases your stay, if they say it's OK,
                                                 to share your bed with a friend.


                                                                          (minor problems, no pain
                                                                               back home again)

Dory's' story

                                  It's hard when you've spent your whole lifetime
                                         mastering turbulent seas;
                                             to lose all your glory, just a beat-up old dory,
                                                  cant' somebody somewhere use me??


                                                                                   (if so, let me know)

Duck duet

  

                            

                             They may be a nuisance, they may be a joy,

                                 they make too much noise, or whatever;

                                    but what I love to see,when they're sailing past me, -

                                        there are two that are always together!

Web-lock

     

                                   I sympathize with this fellow.
                                      with  the web that he's caught himself in, -
                                          it's surely a shame,  we've' all done the same,
                                               when we're caught  in the webs that we spin.

Mementos

    

                                     I wonder, when seeing these fragments,
                                        uncovered from under the seas,
                                              what drastic events in all our past tense
                                                  would have left us mementos like these.

Awe-full eyeful

         

                                     If I stand this on end, it's the ocean,
                                         if it lies on its side, it's a flame;
                                            but however it lies, it pleases my eyes,
                                                  so why try to give it a name?

Thistle thoughts

   

                                               Why must I be so prickly and sharp,
                                                    when the grass has no weapons at all?
                                              Does something get fat on greens that are flat,
                                                     but doesn't like greens that are tall?

Weather or not

                 
                                               Some days you know you'll get sunshine,
                                                       for others, expect a big blow;
                                                     but even the sky doesn't seem to know why,
                                                              or which way it ought to go.

Acknowlegment

 

                                       Take a cue from madam flamingo,
                                             when you've mastered some difficult thing;
                                                    why shouldn't you shine when you've done something fine, -
                                                           take a bow and start flapping your wings!

Lasting thoughts

   

                                    If this were the last day I had to spend,
                                       what would I think of then?
                                      ... the sun on the water, birds on the wing,  -
                                            the sweetness  of everything!

Free at last!

 

                                     With Easter finally over,
                                         we can stand on our own little legs;
                                            and break out at last from our stuffy old past
                                              inside of those darned easter eggs!