February 27

Seeing Red


I explore the warm conservatory

With the goal of finding the color red

Scanning canopy and understory

Looking in containers and planting beds

Miss no detail below or overhead

This quick scavenger hunt opened my eyes

To wonders I may have missed otherwise

Can’t wait to go back and explore again

Looking closely to see the next surprise

It is not a matter of if but when.


(A Dizain Poem)

February 26

6 Pack


Opted to take home a six pack

My will power shut down

When I spied them

Then I tried them

For these they are renown


Better than any from my town

Lovingly deep-fried them

Each made from scratch

Batch after batch

Some with fruit inside them.


The icing identified them

I know there’s no match

Cooling on a rack

Worth a greenback

I’ll put them down the hatch.


My buckle I’ll have to detach

Oh please cut me some slack

Not a let down

I smile don’t frown

and know I will be back.


(A Roundabout Poem)

February 25

Fagus grandifolia – An Elegy


How tragic to see your current state

A fraction of your former self, age lines exposed

Your web of roots continuing to operate

Despite trunk, branches and sky being juxtaposed.

Your large beautiful being we did celebrate

You’d live forever we supposed

Your community contributions did motivate

And to your untimely death we were opposed.

As the value of your life we contemplate

We know another could never duplicate

You will never cease to fascinate

More of you we will try to cultivate.


(An Elegy)

February 24

Fagus grandifolia – An Epitaph


Here lies an American Beech

Who cleaned our water and scrubbed our air,

Kept animals safe from predators’ reach

And to wildlife, her beechnuts did share.


In her community she played a large part

And though her absence will be profound

Generations will continue, thanks to her heart

For now where she was, the sun hits the ground.


(An Epitaph)

February 23

No worries, I Have Big Shoes


Why would someone use that old phrase

about having big shoes to fill?

Just boggles the mind even still.

Who uses that statement these days?


I’ll set you straight with no delays,

see these size 12s are filled with skill.

Why would someone use that old phrase

About having big shoes to fill?


So how about sharing praise,

don’t talk of people’s shoes to fill,

and explain to me, if you will,

why someone would use that old phrase.


(A Rondel Poem)

February 22 – Throwback

For the second night in a row

I can’t sleep thinking about you.

This has happened before since

We’ve spoken, these butterflies keeping

Me up all night.


But the past two evenings

Are quite different

Causing nervousness in a different way

Tonight you told me your deepest darkest

Secret, family doesn’t know only

Former spouse, who became former because of it, this secret, this past.


This heartache you experienced this

Loss of innocence has changed you

I will never know the person you

May have been had this never

Happened to you, but I know you’re

A pretty great person now.


Insomnia comes with the weight

Of being told something of such

Gravity in confidence but it

Must not compare to the

struggles you have endured

As you walked your path

dealing with this.


I hardly know you – do you

have a middle name? Were

you named for a family

member? Do you have a

Favorite color? Yet, now

I know this about you.


My heart is heavy

My brain is spinning

My soul is sad for you


But because I am me

Because I have never experienced

Anything like this

Because no one else has ever told

Me anything of such gravity and I

Don’t know what’s possible

Or impossible


I have hope. I am full

Of optimism. I see happy days.

I see healthy days. You

already seem so well-adjusted

It’s just this one thing, one

Enormous thing.


I don’t know how to help

I can only listen, without judgement

And hope you know I am

Here for you, to help you

sleep if you need, to help you

Find words if they’re lost. To help

You quiet your mind. To help

You lighten your heart.


I am here. You are

Wonderful, amazing

Strong, caring, kind, loving.

February 21

Winter Aconite


Wearing ruffled scarves in the green of spring

at once an army of flowers emerge

though it’s cold and there may even be snow.

The troops have quickly spanned, naturalizing,

longer, warmer days causing the upsurge

from small brown tubers submerged deep below.

In gold cup-shaped helmets these soldiers spread.

Platoons March around the garden to merge

head to head, creating a glow

through which no other would be so bold to tread

but slow.


(A Curtal Sonnet)

February 19



The calendar whispers,

“it is still winter here

in the northern hemisphere.”


The warm air envelopes

encouraging the soft hum of bees buzzing

hinting to something otherwise.


Countless bright purple crocus rise

to scream loudly

“spring is on the way!”


(A Triversen Poem)

February 18

The Slipper Orchids





Insect attractor

Attention grabber

Wall flower

Shoe bloom

Clever co-evolver

Illusion creator

Terrestrial trickster

Embellished epiphyte


(A Kenning Poem – or more specifically a poem of Kennings)