Thursday, March 27, 2014

Climate Change

When will it stop?
Bostonians ask in the streets
encased in down
to their ankles

And I answer

In the freeze
is the thaw

I courageously toss
my boots
to the rear of the closet

Like so many memories
I used to keep
by the door

Wednesday, March 26, 2014

No Empty Nest

A cardinal rests briefly
on the feeder
another member of my flock
a nut loving bunch
who soar within my heart
past the treetops
among the distant clouds
flitting back, floating gently
or swooping, diving, swirling
their wings ever more iridescent
the rainbow of my eye