Poetry

50 Blissful Years Together Love is so fickle, As we all change over time. We are so lucky!! First Impressions Virtually live My heart still, fills beyond me As Arnie arrives. First Touch Cradled in both arms, Hearts are beating together With smiles all around. Kirk Gothier (new grandpa)

Tree at Glen Paul catching on fire slight lisp blurring my words Overbite from birth I stare at the sun until it hurts Red maple leaves stir memories of lost kin I shut my eyes tight afterimages from sun too bright dance like mirages set on fire Lex Valtenbergs

Watching the pecking order firsthand At the bird feeder under the awning Outside my kitchen window where, This day, finches rule the roost. The males sport bright red feathers, Flashing flags sure to attract females. Along comes a slender siskin, a diminutive Tyrant who drives the larger birds away. But soon the finches return to […]

We love our hens most of the time Until in flower beds they mine For tender worms and little bugs Digging up the roots and grubs Uprooting bulbs and killing flowers With their marvelous scratching powers Then I fear I cannot see Why we let those hens run free 🤬 Dottie Simmons

Wind stirs trees from their long sleep Spring has come again Life awakens from the roots. Elena

i could tell you what this or that wave means, but it wouldn’t matter – and that’s best. watch Orion into the dark of night. we slingshot together just like we did on the cup and saucers, flung and spun. no tickets needed. each of us knows this and yet it eludes us. Monte Merrick

These are ancient wars we’ve been born into; they aren’t anything we haven’t known nor are they ever really comprehended by any of us yet rather than take that walk into the forest to learn what we need to know about the root of all things we just keep resurrecting what would be best laid […]

From plum trees pink petals fall as redwood sorrel sings a song of spring and trillium prepare to perform their seven-year ritual of breaking hearts with the force of beauty. Far away young soldiers fall and are covered with snow as Europe wakes from a seven-decade dream hearts blown to bits flowers refusing to bloom. […]

Their picture was on the front page of the New York Times A loose pile of bodies on pavement. The eight year old daughter looked like she was taking a nap Perhaps dreaming of the little dog the article said still barked from a backpack A blond-haired son curled next to the mother, her eyes […]

She’d had to leave her graying mother whimpering in the basement, withered hands clutching a worn plaid blanket to her chin. She’d heard there were women learning to shoot, had to do something, not just cower with panic-stricken wives, mothers and children sheltering there in sleeping bags, petrified with every ear-shattering bomb blast. praying for […]

I etch poems in the soft panes of air which I pass thru as I travel from here where nothing reconciles with what i hope is there. You dig? Monte Merrick            bird ally x/humboldt wildlife care center