Clear skies,
Warm sun,
Cool breeze,
Birds chirping,
Squirrels scurrying,
Stream bubbling,
Sun grows hotter
Dirt gets drier
Clear skies,
Hot sun,
No breeze,
Tree's shade,
Lemonade,
Stream trickling,
Sun grows cooler
Tree's turn oranger
Drifting clouds,
Lukewarm sun,
Cold breeze,
Scarves fluttering,
Windows shuttering,
Stream rising,
Sun grows colder
Leaves get scarcer
Cloudy skies,
Cold sun,
Icy breeze,
Animals sleeping,
Everyone dreaming,
Stream frozen,
Twilight,
Moonlight,
Countdown to midnight,
Confetti and champagne,
As it all begins again.
Oh what a thrill
sliding downhill
an icy peak
then go back up
for a repeat
just for the fun
of it!
Beat my brother
at a wrestling match
then cuddle up
for mother’s milk
buttery fat
sweet.
It’s spring!
Mom is hunting
seals for meals
patiently waiting
by the hole
ring
till a head pops up
to breathe
then down goes mom
with lightning speed
to snatch it up
for a banquet meal.
Summer is hot
under Hudson Bay
sky
ice like a baby
cries!
Then starts
our long
miles long hike
leaving beyond
what was ice
now a liquid sky
of sparkling stars.
Food will be scarce inland
and scarcer yet
with summers getting longer
and ice seasons shorter.
I learned mom’s lessons well
to approach the prey
downwind undetected
but it's sad
there won’t be enough
for us bears to share
and some will be left
inland
among the dead.
Think of our habitat
when a stuffed bear
you hug to your heart
because that’s all
you may have left
if for nature
you have no respect.
The Lament
We followed where they went.
We cried to them on occasion.
They were guides, intelligent hunters
and companions.
We would sing by our fires
and they, by moonlight.
We were curious of them,
and they of us,
each optimistic of the other.
Food grew scarce for us,
scarcer still for them.
Strangers were taking,
stealing and wasting.
We all wasted away,
us and they.
When the wolves went silent
we followed where they went.
9/18/16
1914-1918 World war 1
Bullets flying over trenches
Can’t see too much for smoke that stenches
Lieutenant makes orders to stand here fast
Don’t be scared chaps we’re having a blast
Feet so cold my boots feel like ice
My mother sent me a letter and some cake that’s nice
Taffy told me of his girlfriend at home
I hope he sees her soon this boy has grown
The food is scarce and the moral even scarcer
We know we are the last battalion between the Germans but God won’t make me a martyr
More troops arrive and we push the Germans back to slaughter
England has won the war and I cry to know I’ll see my bonny daughter
God save the King.
High fives.
Jive talkin'.
I get off at five.
Five is dark these days,
thriving is scarcer and
scarcer.
Deprivation has lots of syllables.
So many that it distracts from contemptible
WAIT! That sounds judgmental.
I don't want to sound that way.
So I will make my way.
Hope somebody's god grants me
patience!
The great circle dawning light have given past,
Cockcrows, birds chirping, life springs, into new beauty.
Noon, o how it warmed the humid fill air fast;
Afternoon, it grows cold, and weary, its neglect of duty,
Scarcer the sight of life, to the evening cracks,
Where the beauty sets its last warm felt glow,
Loves journey, two way streets, once overflowed, now lacks,
Daunting nightfall has crept where love lets go.
The future ahead seems so blackened in cast,
And the dark burrows into the dreams of the past,
Light for the blind being led by the blind
Figures curiously absent, scarcer to find.
Left-over feelings emotionally burn
On the remnants of hope, and then in return
Surf over the memories with nonchalant tide
And the signs on all exits read "access denied."
Alone and defenceless, at mercy of grief,
Precious moments embezzled, time is the thief,
Yet humanity's fail-safe kicks in at the brink:
There is only so far that a person can sink.
We are never alone, for somehow and somewhere
Someone else feels the anguish and bothers to care,
The resulting instructions remind us remain
Keeping faith with the others who feel for our pain.