in December air chipping cedar wax wings warming stillness #vss365 #air

I struggle too, to keep the houseplants alive. #vss365 #struggle

faces in smartphones struggling to sit silent in the late oak fall #vss365 #struggle

Hey Alexa? How long can a poem survive? It appears a poem can survive for as long as it is being read. But, Alexa? What happens to an unread poem? It appears an unread poem is simply an egret, alone and still, seeking nourishment to sustain her. #vss365 #survive

Our dreams on shooting stars and tiny lights on conifers, the smallest connections to childhood and goodness, thrills of exuberance, a red-nosed reindeer, the sweetest dreams and fleeting joy. #vss365 #shoot #MerryChristmas2025

Winter jumps right out of summer, and a new beach emerges at Narragansett again. A few gulls linger and carol through the flurry. The dogs almost have the place to themselves. The waves don’t know that anything has changed, but everything changes. #vss365 #jump

Can you image not being able to think of anything interesting to write about Saturn? #vss365 #Saturn

day and night fighting it out over humanity #vss365 #fight #Solstice2025 #Haiku #Poetry #BlueSky

a humble poet in a crisis of words #vss365 #humble

on my bicycle humbled by simple landscapes #vss365 #humble

on my bicycle beneath winter buds and pale blue sky

on my bicycle with gratitude for time and space #vss365 #gratitude

winter sparsity regrets like woodsmoke trailing through snow #vss365 #regret

I cannot recall a snow like this nor a Narragansett beach this fine. July is fine for July things but she has passed along to this. #vss365 #recall

on my bicycle memories streaming across my face #vss365 #memory #OnMyBicycle #poetry

charcoal winter sketching memories of paper thin yesterdays #vss365 #memory

boho snow softens the coldest of days #vss365 #boho

There will come a day when the U.S. will suffer a mass shooting of such unspeakable horror that it will motivate us to put an end to this insanity once and for all. Why wait until that day? Today should be the last day I ever need to post this.

I’ve reached the point in my life where monotony is more perfection than the challenge. Crashing news, wars, mass shootings, hate, division, discord, disillusion… … I’d write the same poem for eternity and be glad for it. #vss365 #monotonous

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on my bicycle a silent briny tailwind carries summer #OnMyBicyclePoetry #Poetry #Cycling

on my bicycle seeing the depth of winter woods again #OnMyBicyclePoetry

It’s that time of year again. One of my favorites. Originally published by @petrichorlit.bsky.social

Each tiny thing is a successor but also vanishes at the bottom of my coffee cup or into the trees. #vss365 #successor

illicit orders immoral actions sunken boats lives lost and here I write this #vss365 #illicit

January freeze bewitching reflections of old winters #vss365 #bewitched

fallen oaks consolations in winter’s emptiness #vss365 #consolation

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Is it true that only poets read poetry?

greenbriar berries tiny blue soliloquies frozen in time #vss365 #soliloquy

Oh My Goodness!! It’s just beyond thrilling to be included among such stellar company! So grateful to @blackboughpoetry.bsky.social for such an honor! Congratulations everyone!!

Oh My Goodness!! It’s just beyond thrilling to be included among such stellar company! So grateful to @blackboughpoetry.bsky.social for such an honor! Congratulations everyone!!

there are gradients in magenta light as in miracles and Wednesdays and suppers and love and lies and questions and loneliness and joy but mostly in magenta across one October sky #vss365 #magenta

hopeful auguries of zions on hilltops overlooking perfections in human combinations and singularities in understandings have left us only with Hobbes in greed, selfishness and cruelties #vss365 #augury

chic cold moon no need to hang lights this stilled night #vss365 #chic

on my bicycle forgetting the perfect opening line

exhausted we slip into vespertine shadows first of oaks then of maple crowns and witch hazel finally of earth herself and we become a simple silhouette in a strange universe #vss365 #vespertine

the chivalrous oaks bend to bow before the wind passes by and the wind carries the acorns on, so oaks can pass life to the next #vss365 #chivalrous

aphotic night departs as silhouettes rise and we find the shape of another day #vss365 #aphotic

and a suave snap of sun to take the chill off a day #vss365 #suave

through poetry things last just a bit longer #vss365 #last

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Knowing each leaf has but one chance to grow and fall is a simple matter of self awareness, so many that each may be overlooked or counted merely as part of a group and more easily trudged upon under the weight of our modernity. #vss365 #matter

pale quarter moon most things have fallen by late November

most leaves twirl to earth falling deeply into dance and a closing bow

fragile health sweeping the strewn lawn of refuse #vss365 #health

late November learning to walk through falling things #vss365 #learning

the sun rises while clouds and ocean paint our reflections (sunrise Narragansett Bay Nov. 25) #vss365 #reflection

This timed exercise of life, existence, what a strangeness we inhabit, where madmen invented minutes and traded them for money, so sorry I simply don’t have time, we measure wars in increments of time and lose sight of the rest, seasons are the shortest time. #vss365 #timed

The Cedar Wax Wings of course are relevant to the poem, as the winter berries begin to fade, and the lichened walls glisten with morning frost framing the silhouetted stand of thinned birches, it’s nice that there’s also this fullness of sound. #vss365 #relevant