Life With Horace

poetry & essays

Dreaming of fireflies
for warm days and open doors
the house is waiting

Now more steps forward
to the green of full on spring
ferns open the heart

My woods breathe again
the monsoon world receding
summer turns for home

Behind the bare trees
broad strokes of platinum cloud
frost on bird feathers

A fresh morning breeze
black dog waits by the screen door
heat will claim the day

Late afternoon light
golden beech leaves almost turned
lantern lights the woods

Storm winds come in waves
bear gong singing fast and loose
there are still some leaves

Summer birds have flown
cold weather sleep calls to bears
almost feeder time

Hummingbirds are gone
morning doves wait in the wings
gratitude for friends

Morning has brought friends
their presence a perfect gift
the leaves are turning

Words are morning food
a friend’s poem passes the torch
the crossword can wait

Early air is still
three hummingbirds are swooping
rain will seed the clouds