an old mule
just tending his
roses
we ask the groundhog
to look into the future
hidden from our eyes
will our winter end
will the roses bloom again
bringing our old mule
winter is raging
as we pull the blankets tight
and dream of summer
in winter's dark depths
my thoughts turn to the old mule
wishing for his light
Hi, just checking in. Don't remember seeing anything from you for a while. Hope all is OK.
a gentle Halloween
in the village
as the day ends
finishing my walk
past the families with small children
starting the long night of pillage
deja vu
and satisfaction
a small moment to lighten the heart
going to the door at dawn
looking for black kitty
feral familiar who appreciates a certain meal
now that he is part of my rhythm
I worry on the days he is out doing what cats do
looking out to the porch over and over hoping he will be there
so far he has returned
to great gladness
and I hope to see him soon again
:> )
so long without the moon
the sweet light
that fills the lonely darkness