Enough snow, let's "Play ball!"

Bright Light Dreams

Under bright lights each summer,

ball is played on River Road.

Boys and fathers have dreams there:

a first home run in t-ball,

an impossible diving catch in Little League

And suddenly

the boys are talking about playing for the Breds,

            like their brothers did.

Their fathers, meanwhile,

see them playing for the Reds.

But mostly these are dreams

washed away by the realities

of posted spring tryout results

at fourteen

or, if they’re lucky,

twenty-four.

Dinner

Dinner on the Moooo-ve

A round bale

Moves reluctantly

Towards the field

Where it is to be

Consumed.

Winter Storm

Winter Storm
Swirling, blowing snow,
fog, and below zero
temps
are all reasons to
stay inside,
sip hot drinks
and cuddle
under warm blankets.

Dusk

Dusk

Honking geese,

Not caring for the accommodations

Offered by our small pond,

Fly on.

View

View from a Bathroom

Through steam,

Cacti, orchids and glass

I see fog

Sitting comfortably

            awaiting the day.

Harvest Time

Harvest Time

Sitting in the nursing home,

            looking out on a harvested field of corn

                        and the blue sky above,
           I wander the fields of my childhood.

Hokey Pokey

Hokey Pokey

The snapping turtle patiently

endures Halligan’s play:

barking,

jumping in towards the turtle

 and back to safety,

until after one bark--

when the dog jumps too close--

the turtle

catches Halli’s nose.

The pit bull,

In pain,

Runs away.

And the turtle

Ambles across the expanse of our yard

to the welcoming confines of  tall grasses.