Words to live by

"I never saw a wild thing
sorry for itself.
A small bird will drop frozen dead from a bough
without ever having felt sorry for itself."

– "Self-Pity" D. H. Lawrence

Rabbit of the Moon

moon is not yet full

a wonderful orange glow

obstructed by clouds

Not Saturday

oh, it is Thursday,

cleaning from the semester,

birds, chippers and cats

Rain

It is pouring
The mail just arrived
Birds are taking cover
Some do not mind the rye
Trains, drops and songs
Fill the early eve air
Cats and circus acts
Keep all entertained
Puddles gather
Friends come together
Renewed to ithe core
The mighty roar does take
No prisoners
Forget forgottens
Remember memories
Till tomorrow
Future holds

Fallen White

A thin blanket of white,
barely covers the ground.

Newly sprouted flowers,
suspended in ice.

A chill to the bones,
huddle closer.

eMail

i find it amusing.

various accounts,

gathering,

various bits of digital information,

some important, but most not.

colourful labels and stars,

filtered, and flagged for another day,

a day that might never come.

yet there they all sit,

waiting if they will be picked,

discarded,

saved.

why do we bother,

wading through,

looking for what,

a letter from a lover,

a mother,

or rejection,

a newsletter,

buy this,

save that,

SPAM,

trash.

drink

free 

coffee 

week 2

water filtered

through grinds

steam rising

sugar flowing

stir

to the lips

careful

contents hot

dance

scampering across the yard
dodging rain drops
tree to tree
they dance

the dirt of changing seasons
washed from budding branches
awaiting the warmth
of a Spring day

A little off

We have a toaster that does not shut off,
a knob that barely turns,
a light that does not light,
two cats who do not meow,
a coffee grinder that keeps grinding,
imperfections,
some easy fixes,
others never change.

Only Today

I am so tired

projects piling up now

Sabres won the game!

missing

Another missed post,
another missed photograph,
another missed occasion,
another missed memory,
another missed day.

So close

The Cardinals almost won.
I almost got the ice off the driveway.
I almost had too much to drink.
The day was almost sunny all day.
I almost finished the audio for class.
I almost figured out my programming homework.
I almost cooked noodles.
I almost had a nap.
I almost finished my coffee.

I might get to bed early.

Typical Saturday

Another productive day.

Audio editing,
webpage building,
editing.

Dishes were washed,
I dried,
put some away.

Updated blogs,
watched a late hockey game,
my hometown wins.

Watched the birds,
played with the cats,
only ventured out once,
to get the mail and newspapers.

End and Beginning

This is it.
It is over.
The "it" is winter break.

Time for new classes,
Piles of homework and projects,
Endless sleepless nights,
And I willingly signed up.

A then B

hours fly by
seasons change

leaves fall
flowers bloom
long sleeves
short pants
hot soup
ice tea
come
go

everything changes
only question
is when

fail
succeed
bare
concealed
dry
wet

drops

list
errands
a rainy day
bustling shoppers
dodge each other
in a silent dance
to get what they desired
with the least exchange
as the rain drops fell
washing away
today

Exams

Tis the season
of seemingly endless
exams,
papers,
and
projects.

Relish over
knowing
sleep is coming,
homework will subside,
and any sanity left
might return.

moment

dreary
grey
cold
deadlines
stagnation
doors closing
lights off
tomorrow
same?

..., again,

Buffalo Sabres lost, again,

Snowing, again,

Fell asleep on the couch, again,

Missed Hell Girl, again,

Just woke up, again,

Backdated this post an hour, again.

Leaves

End of a year
Death blanket
Whither
Rotten
Dormant Life
Awaits Rebirth