Wednesday, May 6, 2020

Neighborhood Watch

Neighborhood Watch

"YAP, YAP, YAP, YAP, YAP!"

Our neighbor's dog
is a noisy, little ball of white fluff.
He bounces along
the length of the chain link fence
around his yard,
as if tossed by the wind.

"YAP, YAP, YAP, YAP, YAP!"

He barks at all passersby:
whether cars, kids, squirrels,
 other dogs, or butterflies.
His owner calls him Atticus.
We call him, That Yappycuss.
Like his namesake, 
he takes seriously his job to defend.

"YAP, YAP, YAP, YAP, YAP!"



Friday, April 10, 2020

Hope by Design


Hope by Design

Despite endless reports of doom,
the flowers have begun to bloom.
Dire warnings flit and fly,
but look, look--how blue the sky!

The experts say, "No need for panic."
Then they say, "It's a pandemic!"
"Wash your hands. Stay inside.
Home is the place where we should hide."

I envy the flowers in their glory.
In ignorant bliss, they live their story.
The sun, undaunted, returns to shine,
bringing hope by design.



Monday, February 17, 2020

Seagulls and Crows



Seagulls and Crows

Seagulls swoop down to the waves
and back up again,
soaring against a background 
of boundless blue skies,
and celebrating the sea breezes
with their joyous, rhythmic cries.

Crows perch in a palm tree by my window; 
complaining, bickering, and gossiping 
about the people down below.
The crows' voices grate and scrape
like rusty hinges on an old screen door.

When given a choice, 
what will you do,
squabble or soar?



You can hear the crows at the beginning of this short video.

Monday, January 20, 2020

The Exquisite Scene


The Exquisite Scene

It happened while we were sleeping,
slipping in during the dark of night.
Snow transformed the world outside--made it pristine.
Changed the landscape to black and white.

Now it's quiet and cold and clean
as far as one can see.
Layers of snowflakes muffle each lawn
and drape the branches of each tree.

Armed with shovels, brooms, and plows,
the first ones out to enjoy it
can't help but witness the grandeur, 
just before they set out to destroy it.

Clearing paths for others to walk.
Plowing roads to make room to drive.
Their clank and clang and clatter and scrape 
announce that winter has decided to arrive.

Soon the white will turn to gray,
the sparkle will turn to slush,
and the noise of the street will return
to drown out the peaceful hush.

Take in the glory while you can.
Commit to memory the exquisite scene.
Because as quick as snapping two fingers,
we will be back to the mundane routine.