Life With Horace

poetry & essays

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

Birds sing of delight
night rain has paid a visit
earth is drinking deep

He is the best boy
all joy and full on stalwart
puppy heart still beats

The rain has borne fruit
green retakes us overnight
color close behind