Lovely cumulus clouds they bring to mind,
a soft scoop looks just like the glowing moon,
or drift of winter snow that's bright and fine;
what magical, wonderful comfort food!
...
There's no excuse for how, lately,
I've neglected the garden; but
it takes care of itself fairly well
...
The monk parakeets do so much chattering
by the park at 5: 30 near evening.
Sue appears to have lost her favorite feather,
...
With 'midnight all a glimmer, noon a purple glow,
and evening full of the linnet's wings',
I love to walk 'long Poetry Road
...
We struggle some, so much as
to be a species endangered
In atmospheric changes; adaptable
...
South Floridian winter;
the season of perfect blue sky
Opening the doors
...
I've found the perfect journal;
bigger than a deck of cards
Neither are the pages truly large;
...
I was on deck
of a Navy sub
It occurred to me
that I could allow myself
...
Mashed Potatoes (A Vegetarian Sonnet)
Lovely cumulus clouds they bring to mind,
a soft scoop looks just like the glowing moon,
or drift of winter snow that's bright and fine;
what magical, wonderful comfort food!
I never met a spud I didn't love,
it seems that I have been this way since birth,
baked, curly fried, garlicky, crinkle cut;
can't think of any vege with more worth
Still I ponder who was the first masher...
could tuber have been rude, offending him?
was she p.o.'d at potato? ask her;
the likelihood we'll ever know is slim
But I tell you my fat cells feel grateful
finding mashed potatoes on the table.