Listening to “Blue Train” At the end of a summer day I’m old fashioned that way
Staring at the blank page Boundless possibilities Marred by these simple words
Tall pines and oak trees Cast their shadows on the fence. Refuge from the Sun
Billie’s singing “Strange Fruit” Louie’s blowing on “Black and Blue” Chuck is spitting out “Fight the Power” All crying out for you. But you can’t hear their songs No drums beat, no trumpets play, So we will light the air on fire, Because they wouldn’t let you breathe it anyway. Let those who do not… Read More Poem of the Day 6/1/20- Protest Songs
Tuning my guitar, Strings vibrating above wood. Notes slide into place.
The wet ground on my feet Fresh cut grass clings to my bare toes- Examining the garden
I had a dream about the ocean, Laying calm in the morning light As I stood above it On the cliffs in Southhampton. The morning sun raked the rolling tide And speckled that immense blue with white. A soft breeze touched my face And I felt certain that I could fly. And so I flew… Read More Poem of the Day 5/26/20- A Dream of the Ocean
A wide-eyed rabbit Sitting still on the wet grass, Watching danger
A Woodpecker drumming Against a tree, his tapping Echos over sleepy streets.
At the bird feeder, Chickadees, Finches, and Swallows- Inside- watching, sipping coffee.