Laid flat
The cat
Sat back
To count each minute
Awaiting his feeding
That came never too often.
White paws
White tail
White ears and nose
A starking vision
Against Autumn browns
A house cat hardly saw.
Tag: white
Philosopher’s Edge (day 3151)
I’ve stored you in my heart
Born here in chance
Riding a white horse
Making it dance
So good is your heart that
Breaks down each piece
That crumbles at your feet
My last stone
Of philosophers edge.
Snowy Vista (day 3123)
I awoke to find the land had changed
A gentle blanket had settled down
Covering what I could see
Sleeping in the trees.
Clouds had moved away and off
Left the day with a blue sky
One that reflected white;
Brightness hard to see.
So far there were no footsteps
Hiding all that humans had chose to leave,
This left deep peace upon my mind
Setting my regret for once free.
Soon Spring (day 3117)
The weather is confused right now.
Gray skies are followed by white lies
That melt away into the pools,
And trees look like they’ve begun
To shoot their buds and grow.
But freezing weather makes every step
Across the yard treacherous,
And winds howl with such gusto
Makes one think it’ll never be Spring again!
Some days the sun shines
And as I wait for water bucket to fill
I draw moonscapes with my breath in the air.
Other days I take my hat
And stuff it into my pocket
And slip and slide as I make my way
Up the hill for a view
That may tell me, give me some hope,
Of a Spring that is just around the corner.
Snow (day 3084)
I’ve fallen in love
With a white angel
Who falls so tenderly,
Floating like a falling leaf
Memory departs from me.
Sensation descends upon my brow
So fanciful of dreams,
So calming in nature’s way
That has a depth and crunch below
My wandering toes they go.
Ode to a Snow Bird (day 3050)
For you, little snow bird
Wings and flight so white
I watch you fly amidst your flock
So jagged yet so spry
May your Winter be met with warmth
A nest so tenderly Laid
To find your spring so enchanting
As life begins again.
We Loved (day 3005)
It’s snow falling
To the ground
Big and little flakes
Catching my eyes
Falling effortlessly
Whimsically
And then disappearing
Into the great white
That’s been slowly descending
Upon the green
And varying degrees
Of yellowing decay
We loved in Autumn.
Golden Eyes (day 2983)
Feline looking back at me
Eyes as golden slits
White as snow could hope to be
Puffed lips that cleverly pursue
Delights to lick upon.
Inside those eyes a softness
Always an open thought looking back,
Tenderness in each step
When good company is there, present,
But when the night’s hour
Ticks down another day
Footsteps become loud thunderbolts
Cat’s meow into the night.
Solitude (day 2793)
He could not remain solitude
Friends emerged from all around
One found under a toadstool
One behind a thriving red spruce
Even as the day waned
A coyote came strolling along
Until at last, eyes tired and closing
The moon bid farewell and peace
Then all at once a new day began
A sun stretching over the horizon
And with it, a chorus of white breasted birds
To ring the day begin.
Ode to Coming Spring (day 2759)
Oh deepest temptation
How you flirt with my soil
A thought of thaw, a hint of melt,
A sense of return to summers belt
But then a day so far away
Seems the Spring that once did hint
Now a freeze, frosty fence
Covering the land, so white.
Yet in my eager gait
I sense all soon to blossom
And maybe, too, I spy
A bird been gone a while.