A Long White Day

(Deep fog yesterday early, to light fog, deep fog, light fog…all day)

A mound of white cotton presses down

squeezes low

swabs around, dabs around

sore wounds of the Fall

 

A fog of winter white compresses

soothes bare trees

missing leaves, losing leaves

aching from the Fall

Spring Signs

Snow’s melting

Three robins arrived, checking out muddy-green patches

Newly thrown bird seeds hide in reappearing long dead weeds

Birds not eating well, on the alert

Many cats on the prowl

Cat “perfume” now drifts throughout the house from outside

Thinking about buying a BB gun

Yay, spring’s here!

TR

Enough of a Good Thing

O, wet days

piled on top of one another

dreary, gloomy, trudging

through slippery wet streets

watching the drippy eaves

gray, colorless earth and sky

cold, windy air

mist drizzling lacy, reflective

wetness over everything until

this morning when

I noticed the full moon shining

on one side of the sky and

the dawn radiating a thin red line

from the other side of the sky

O, dry days

Actually, I only felt overcast for one moment yesterday. I’ve been enjoying the moisture, but the past week of wetness has made up for the weeks and weeks of dryness back in Kansas. I think I’m no longer dry, so I’m glad that heaven’s perspiration is stopping now, because I would have needed a sunlamp.

TR

Ms. Thunderhead

Her gilt, gold, organic edges stood out sharply as my eye traveled up, up, way higher than the new, thin airplane trail passing her

Powerful, deadly, awesome in size as the lower clouds shoved her fluffy, white height into the atmosphere with all their strength, and while toiling, they shed tears into the blue evening shades, while the setting sun continued to smolder off the edges of her hefty frame

(From an enormous thunderhead sighting on October 22, 2014)

TR