AllofUS!

The dawn was gone

though the hour was early

Sun woke up and 

shaking the dew from it’s rays

grabbed a cup of Joe as it climbed above the eastern horizon

I grind the coffee beans with love

For my own sunshine

knowing this will earn me her shy grin

Morning fades to day 

and shadows shrink before growing again 

stretching eastwards 

racing to find the place where the sun got up for the day

marking the spot to locate their starting point

for tomorrow morning

Ever since I was a young boy

Saturday morning held a special joy

From cartoons that came on before the dawn

To cereal filled with enough sugar to manifest cavities

Saturday morning was always a special time

And now that I see through eyes more mature

Having lived and loved and somehow endured

It’s up I rise like dough in a bowl

For a cup of tea and a morning stroll

Down the lane of memories

Where I can still see my departed mother smiling

Telling me to move farther away from the TV

If you want me for anything

Sitting here in the midst of May

as the freezing mist coats the needles of pines

I think “I won’t miss this mist”

Sometimes it feels like spring has missed it’s mark

As the sap stays put beneath the bark

and no bird sings although I harken

Just the sad sounds of the neighbor dog barkin’

I pine for June!

The swooning feeling of the heat upon my head

unlike the feeling one gets in the dead of winter

A mere splinter of a hope for summer

torn assunder

by these mists of May

Maybe I’ll go back to sleep

until I hear the peep of birds return

I yearn for June

Man’s best friend is just glad to be here

no matter what manner of situation

one get’s oneself into

So there I was

Stressing about work

Or the lack of it

"Relax", she said.  "Work when you can".

"But I can't!", I complained.

"Complaining is a lot of work.", she said.

I tried to work that out but, being out of work made the job that much tougher.

"Well, it's a tough job and somebody's got to do it."

"Maybe it will work itself out."

"That never works."

"Try working at it from a different perspective."

"Every time I try it seems like I get worked over."

I see the garden

Reflected in the pool

Fool that I am

For romantic imagery

I watch the birds

At the feeders

Greeters in the morning

Of the day to come

I view life

From the sidelines

Guideline for living

Wrapped up in the morning dew

I stare into space

Caught up in the moments

Foments or currents

The tides of life

I look forward

Into today's realities

The Desert is beautiful and harsh

I can see with growing clarity

Abbey's comparison of the desert

To the compositions of Schoenberg and Bartok...

Angular, hard, unpredictable, abrasive

Challenged by softness, whispered harmonics

Snips and snails and puppy dog tails

kitty cats chase the wild

Lilly locked on lizards path

Amber, scardey child

Abigail and Mr. Boy

stare through glassy pane

windowsill adventurers

domesticated in vain

Upscale bunnies live the life

organic all the way

Kiwi, Mango, Coco buns

Waves pound the shore

ceaselessly

mercilessly

sand scatters

and rocks roll

eternally

helplessly

as life, as we know it