Long Switchback Poems

Trifolium pollinated courtesy bombus

Before landscapers mow swaths
across undulating waves of clover
(the father/daughter team
usually cut grass every Tuesday)
bumblebees alight from one to another flower.

Meanwhile, I lie splayed
mid morning June 28th, 2022
with stomach upon natural carpeting
quietly basking...

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Why spoiled misses princess...
never wishes to awaken from pleasant snooze

Appellation (with trailing switchback
and/or additional colorful turns
of phrases) emphasizing assigned
nom de plume "princess goldilocks"
hardly flattering compliment

gently aforementioned sobriquet mocks,
jabs, and stings painful as botox
analogous when the...

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We loaded up for a Sunday drive
The Ozark Mountains were alive
Wild dogwoods of pink and white
Every shade of green in sight
Blooming jonquils and daffodils
Woodpeckers, blue jays, and whippoorwills
Even though the painting was unfinished
Nature's bounty was...

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The jokes on you 
Flit

As we walk home from the party 
The atmosphere declines
Just you and i alone again 
There’s nowhere left to hide
In and out of consciousness 
We always wear a different face
Whatever we...

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Another switchback under mountain crossed, (*)
far below blue and violet spires bloom.
Undiscovered shady valley river flows lost,
rippling in pride of madeira's plume.

Turned my back to a harsh southern wind,
reach those dizzying heights again.
No finer place...

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“Distance lends enchantment...”

They say distance lends enchantment and true love
weathers all seasons; but, sometimes I wonder
whether the distance becomes obscured by changing
winds and billowing clouds.
And what is distance anyway? True, it’s the 
long way home,...

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We don’t run the way we used to
ten kilometers pounding 
hard through switchback trails 
to beat the twilight

Twenty-odd years ago
you wanted marriage 
kids and a life
any life
away from your parents 

but nothing of marriage, held...

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