The old man takes a nap
too soon in the morning.
His coffee cup grows cold.
Outside the snow falls fast.
He'll not go out today.
Others must clear the way
to the car and the shed.
Open upon his lap
......
I
Ancestral Houses
SURELY among a rich man s flowering lawns,
Amid the rustle of his planted hills,
Life overflows without ambitious pains;
And rains down life until the basin spills,
And mounts more dizzy high the more it rains
As though to choose whatever shape it wills
And never stoop to a mechanical
Or servile shape, at others' beck and call.
......
January brings the snow,
makes our feet and fingers glow.
February brings the rain,
Thaws the frozen lake again.
March brings breezes loud and shrill,
stirs the dancing daffodil.
April brings the primrose sweet,
......
By way of a vanished bridge we cross this river
as a cloud of lifted snow would ascend a mountain.
She has always been afraid to come here.
It is the river she most
remembers, the living
and the dead both crying for help.
A world that allowed neither tears nor lamentation.
......
There are strange things done in the midnight sun
By the men who moil for gold;
The Arctic trails have their secret tales
That would make your blood run cold;
The Northern Lights have seen queer sights,
But the queerest they ever did see
Was that night on the marge of Lake Lebarge
I cremated Sam McGee.
Now Sam McGee was from Tennessee, where the cotton blooms and blows.
......
Amy's family moved to the north, for Father's business was relocating;
Like four distinctly, beautiful seasons, caused by a blue world, rotating.
Her brothers and sisters, like Amy, loved the delights of southern life;
Such as going barefoot and tire swings, and noon's buttery sun strife.
Still, the change was so exciting, like mulberry light of stars, twinkling.
They reached the addresss in autumn, when red leaves were wrinkling.
Faces of friends were very new, like the lime zest, fresh rain, just fallen;
......
White crystals fall from the sky,
pink petels fall down from the tree's,
the wind blows in the icy breeze.
Birds whistle,kids laugh,the petels from
the blossoms scatter around the tree's
The wind blows,the kids come outside
to play,some made snowman's
and snow angel's,some made snowballs,
......
you wanted green capitalism?
too bad.
here’s your white capitalism,
snowcoin’s algorithm
ticks
not in dollars,
but in degrees celsius.
your portfolio?
a blizzard of skull emojis
......
ODE TO ELEPHANT
Elephant Elephant
enveloping essence of Earth !
I hear an elevated trumpet
far in elixired fair forests
my ears etheric ornaments
in your eloping velvet ones
stroking my elfin questions
......
Amid the recent snowfall, is a sunny, yellow cascade;
For, jasmine blooms are now plunging, in cold shade.
Stark trees are forever shivering, though much alive;
Dreaming of the purple birds, and lonesome beehives.
Jasmine is blooming, on every fence and green trellis,
Like rainbow that lingers; when it has much to tell us!
The street of pink-blue skies, now brings ready smiles;
To see myriad florets, on one of nature's snowy aisles.