Two Gardens In One

  Raindrops slowly sprinkle down from vigorously climbing prairie rose, petals liberally sprouted from barbed branches fifteen-foot long and bound, arrow straight, to wood pergula posts with hemp twine after much spearing and shredding of amateur gardener uncovered arms and naked legs–a very real protest– against being man-handled and made to follow a particular path […]

Shameless Self-Promotion

I know I mostly post about poetry, my music, and other arts, but I also do what I consider a different form of poetry, gardening.  A finely constructed garden is like a poem or a perfect painting.  There’s a musical element even, in the rhythms of the flow of plans in the breeze.  It all […]

Zephyr — A Poem about March Winds (that came in April this year).

Ruckus winds rustle up dust and pollen Much to my red-eyed stuffy nosed chagrin Blowing snow mold from greening grasses and picking up Spring’s pouring puddles placing them in soft slow cumulus clouds that patrol above like sentinels on watch over birds scouting for nesting real estate and us walking the recently unclothed yard hunting […]