Encounter With a Shadow

shadow of youth

A poetic reflection on time and shadow.

As the sun shone bright behind me
The girl that I had been
Appeared in slender shadow
As I walked westward home.



A Long Time Between Bouquets

bouquet

Yes it had been, she thought as she looked at the vase of flowers. The tears came to her eyes as she tried to remember the last time he had brought flowers home. She couldn’t. It had been a long time between bouquets.



Bringing Home the Bacon

pig in a cornfield

One day in early summer the pig disappeared. Although they searched the countryside for him, the Johnsons couldn’t find him. They figured they had seen the last of the little piglet…



Travel Light

suitcase

Baggage keeps us in the past and blocks the road to the future. You can’t live in the past. Shut the door behind you. Travel light. Take with you only those things you have learned from the mistakes you have made.



Ladies Don't

Lady
What don't ladies do? This poem explains it.


The Case Against Docking and Declawing

puppy and kitten

Some practices that we once considered standard and traditional we now see as intrusive and hurtful. In the United States, both the tail-docking of dogs and the declawing of cats are two practices that are still all too common.



The Half-Tailed Squirrel

Julia awoke to a golden morning, the kind of day when the sun beamed through the open east window making everything in the room sparkle, especially the rose zircon earrings waiting on her bureau.
Outside she heard the cacophony of the half-tail squirrel who lived in the live oak at the side of the driveway. This morning he was loudly arguing with a raucous murder of crows. Murder, might be the usual descriptive word for a flock like this, but actually these were a band of pirates. The squirrel was an easy mark for them. He had a penchant for contraband and the band of crows frequently pillaged his treasures.

Reflection on the Larceny of Squirrels

squirrel

The other day, I watched one neighboring squirrel raid the nest of the homesteader in our front yard tree. A few days later, the homesteader buried another cache of nuts on our boulevard. As soon as he left, the neighbor came over, searched, pillaged and re-buried our homesteader's bounty. No wonder the homesteader can't find his stockpile!



Last Words

Eagle stalking mouse

Purple-blue night into
Blue-white day,
On the glacier,
There he lay...



Saving Blooper

The day was hot. August hot. The kind of hot when watery mirages shimmered in the road ahead. The kind of hot when the weight of the Chevy pushed new furrows into the worn asphalt that covered the country road.