The myths of winter are revealed slowly, emptiness, stillness, darkness, harshness, but skies fill and fall in the canon of snow. #vss365 #myth

staunch pilings on Wickford Harbor emptiness enough for a measure of serenity #vss365 #measure

A new poem, On Writing the Fall

natural law light enlivens color in all seasons #vss365 #law

winter’s language vernacular of cold stilled in culture #vss365 #language

It would be nice to know the history of birds. Not birds in general, but that bird at Wickford harbor, the only other living thing stirring this quiet morning. #vss365 #history

geography reaching across nuances that divide us #vss365 #geography

If I wrote the poem that made me famous, I’d burn it, toss the ashes up into an offshore breeze, and wait to see if it ever blew back my way again. (not really though) #vss365 #famous

domestic strife tearing each other apart for the billionaires #vss365 #domestic

The creature so desires war, craves war, his phony wars instigations of delusion, maelstrom misogynies, misguided missiles, magalopolis morbidities, and we are eaten, consumed. #vss365 #creature

Fast approaching a more profitable horror scape that renders humanity obsolete.

The business of governance is more the business of business and we the people have lost everything we ourselves built. #vss365 #business

witch-hazel bones Halloween points to much much scarier days #vss365 #Halloween

the woods are bare thankful for storing many jars full of rays #vss365 #ray

argent Jupiter catching the catchlight in her eye #vss365 #argent

today another experiment in resilience #vss365 #experiment

winter creeps reflections of Jupiter lengthening #vss365 #creep

winter creeps hoping the wood pile is high enough #vss365 #creep

The less I do the more joy I find.

fresh terror reading disappearing before our eyes #vss365 #terror

October sunset, the oaks glow from the top down birches have shyly dropped their yellow beeches turn and chatter in gusts maples sway and leave their guard and I can see deep into the woods again.

all poems were images that remained unseen until that one poet saw that one thing that one day #vss365 #unseen

Here we are not really using saucers anymore. Paper cups can’t harm these cafe tables, anyhow. And, humanity lost its empathy so long ago anyway. #vss365 #saucer

It is not the perfection of the universe but the imperfection, the failures of existence that reminds us just how small and insignificant we are, atoms in nothingness before a big bang. #vss365 #atom

New poem kinda day…

they invented these machines humanity turns to android husks eyes cease to see seas seem to cease we wring ourselves head, core, to toes but no poetry yells from emotionless souls #vss365 #android

unearthly peace shattering the quiet an acorn f a l l s #vss365 #unearthly

nor’easter lurks now where did I leave that raincoat #vss365 #raincoat

witch hazel flowers the explosive golden verve from a high E #vss365 #verve

etched memories autumnal flames fall to winter ash #vss365 #ash

among seasons bracing for the clash of screams and whispers #vss365 #clash

To associate winter with darkness and cold is to miss the fullness of emptiness. #vss365 #associate

(I fell out of the habit of posting here, but here’s another one) capricious fall the splendor of a life in the landscape #vss365 #caprice

advert for time thinning the margins of seasons #vss365 #advert

October dawn stretch the elasticity of past and pain #vss365 #elastic

did these ages of revolutions fail us the moral hazard in the ruling class is the people are pounded to pulp in the machines of lust and greed an enlightenment dark in its hollows #vss365 #pulp

sun stories blurring the line between young and gone #vss365 #blur

two divergent roads am I lost in quandary or conundrum #vss365 #conundrum

autumnal leaves democracy turns in slow sublimations #vss365 #sublimate

first frozen night deeply sonorous woods crisply silent #vss365 #sonorous

(I fell out of the habit of posting here, but here’s another one) capricious fall the splendor of a life in the landscape #vss365 #caprice

mellow breezes fog shrouded light house always there, always #vss365 #mellow

One more day to go…

sunbeam grasping thin air for words #vss365 #sunbeam

spring soil stomping the weight of my soles #WalesHaikuJournal #Haiku #SpringSoil

briny tears smoothing the hard edges of yesterday #vss365 #brine

Sunday bike ride inspiration legacy shall not assuage the end the trees never speak of fallen leaves

toxic dawn no longer seeing the trees #vss365 #toxic

The war over whether it is better to be the first or the last leaf to drop from an oak in autumn is still being waged.

the marrow of democracy is truth but here it flows green and gilded greed #vss365 #marrow