US 2020 Pandemic

the cows got fed while the virus spread

the holy sun came up and at eve quickly fled

indoors shelves looking bare and

Zoom replaces human flair

medical meetings soar

and no one cares what they wore

books feeding minds, the news takes the lead

hedge funds buy up medical stocks

as the fossil fuel use, bleeds

yes, it’s certainly still bad deeds

as TV dominates, flashing miracle pill ads

and an interview of Michael Moore

gets cutoff for a vainfilled “whiter teeth” fad

but the river still flows free ...

while musical birds perch in the trees

carrying tunes so delightful

as the virus darts so free

over all our precious lands

and homes and stately trees.



Rosehill Morning

The pristine white mansion sits comfortably

Amidst its glorious gardens with brilliant fuchia blossoms

Standing tall, stretching their new necks

Up to morning cobalt skies.

Clustered near, the summer orange lilies

Reach out

As earth opens its refreshing arms.

The orchard behind with hundreds of apple blooms

Soon to break forth, beckons,

Cushioning, as

Sauntering “en plein air” painters

Wading in spring grass, while bees buzz

Spot their delight and unfold

Voluminous supplies

About to commence

Their creative translations

Of this precious oasis.

Sparrows run now across the azure skies

Peony bushes wave


As splendid diamonds shine

Amidst their lofty blooms.


The Seashore

Can one tame a coastline

As faraway storms blast in

And hammer sandy beaches for days

Usurping the sands

Realigning the coast

With torrents of wind and rain

Tossing seashells on high?

Treking the beach daily

I absorb the shoreline changes

Hundreds of shells one day

Minuscule the next.

Some mornings crisp wet air

Refreshes my face.

Other days humid sweat

Rolls streams off my forehead.

Battalions of terns

Often stand willful in lines

A few darting up and out

Into the soft morning winds.

The sea tosses and turns

Leaving its green moss and broken shells.

And sometimes a whole fish

Provides breakfast for gulls.

Tame a coastline – never!

The sting of flying sand now

Hits me square in the eyes

As these sand rivets flaunt

Their sculptural repetitive patterns

Down this elongated seashore.

Out amidst, the waves, hounded by the winds

Flow in angled even patterns towards shore.

The hearty pelicans now fly low

Diving rapidly vertical for early lunch

As white egrets trail close on their backs

Hoping to catch a morsel.


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