Birch bark bleached
bold against the blue
Softer breeze suggesting Spring
Labyrinth
I followed the signs
Dead end, back up, fits and starts
A parking lot maze
Friday Finish
Ev’ry week must end
The work does not end with it
We pause tomorrow
New Month’s Eve
Funny calendar!
Some dates just seem more special
It’s arbitrary
Wind Whistles
The wind now whistles
It is not a happy tune
Now piercing our ears
Vexing Vortex
So very frigid
The polar vortex descends
Staying warm indoors
Wet Tents
Packed away with snow
We can’t let mildew destroy
Set up tents inside
Gregorian Can’t
Father lamented
Patrimony forgotten
But the band played on
Spare Me
Let me explain
as I step to the lane
I am not proficient
I bowl once a year
my approach, I fear
cannot be called efficient
It may find the gutter
It may find no pins
I’m fairly certain
I’ll never win
You may ask me
“When have you won?”
I must answer
“Well, I had fun.”
Take Time
You cannot take time
It is a gift you’re given
Your fleeting moments