Hothouse

The ancient Christmas cactus has spines to spare
Hot pink in dappled sunlight
Lipstick kisses staining collars tabletops
Dreams
Hot pink snow banks
Deposits for spring

palm pilot

a new book of leaves
unadorned down freshly fallen
the size of a palm
headlines heart lines
others not yet drawn
how to walk in the snow without carving a path?
dancing between flakes...fingertips...ether
lighter than slighter than what a body holds
slivering silvering spirit
a blank page and all its promise
a new book of leaves

First flakes

10/10 and swaddling down
Eiders loons and swans among us
Putting the tendrils to bed
13/100 cast off on route 1
Three coppers one bluenose silver
Change...who needs it?
10/10 and swaddling down
The hurry of the flurry
The power of the shower
Change...we need it

Skein

A line in the sky is drawing down today
Nestled below where the berries are sleeping
A thin secret freeway from the ether to the other
Wax up your soles and shimmy down
Down to where it all converges
In the waning sun
In the golden light
In the threads that listen
Secret knots and bolts of dreams

New BBQ Restaurant

We Are Mondays Off

Seasoned kitty

If I were in my autumn season and it was a blustery morning in mid September and I was boarding the bus with a giant bag of pop cans and the bus was packed and I had to wait for several minutes as the bus lurched on while some folks shuffled to (nicely) make room for me I would take a moment once I finally settled myself seated with all of my goods to be thankful that I had the foresight to wrap myself that morning in my scarf festooned with nesting cats cats cats all cuddly and cosy in comforting muted shades of red white and blue.

Purple heart

Yesterday riding the 1
A random act of lovely
One thin bill passed from hand to hand
A tenner a purple note
Given unconditionally
The holder hopped off on the old highway road
And scooted into the A and Dub
Pappa Momma Baby
Burgers for all
Yesterday on the 1