Poe Me

I thought that raven

croaked, “Nevermore.”, but he’s back

with even more to

say. If I spoke raven I’d

tell him to fly, fly away.


Before First Light

I wrap myself in

silence and sit sipping my

just right cup of tea.

The day has not yet started.

I can catch up with myself.


What’s There

Sometimes what you see

is what you get. Sometimes it

isn’t. Only time

and circumstance reveal what

dwells behind exteriors.


Besides Getting Stuff Done

Household chores help me

unwind when unwelcome thoughts

grab ahold and bind.

Daily rhythms loosen knots,

help me groove to other thoughts.


Mind Weaving

She spun a grey tale

into gold just by what she

chose to emphasize.

The opposite can be done

too. It’s up to me and you.


What Awaits

It’s not always safe

to be drawn to the light as

that moth learned when he

met the cat, yet maybe for

a few moments he found joy.


September Saturday

On this September

Saturday, even the crows

can’t find anything

to complain about until

they hear the soft dove sing.