A Cold February Night
The moon is hiding;
      only the big dipper is overhead
On a bitterly cold night in late February
      coyote howls carry long and eerily.
Dogs are silent.
Deer and skunks,
raccoons and possums
                           go unseen.
Danger seems afoot.
It's time for bed--
       no matter
           what the clock says.

While in Bed
In the dark warmth of my bed
I sometimes feel my heart beating,
or I hear small, almost imperceptible  sounds.
Inevitably, when this happens,
I wonder
what else might I feel,
what else might I hear
if I were as still and quiet
at other times of day.

New Friendship Baptist Church
Along Dixon Road
       stands a small white clapboard church.
At night when people are gone
  and lights alone mark the church
      it looks haunted and abandoned.
But on Sundays--
    when the people are coming and going
          and the singing and preaching
             can be heard outside
                   down the hills and around the bends
you know that
      God is worshiped here.

Morning
I awake
my arms around Jeanine
sun streaming through the window,
warming us,
and I just know
it will be another
great day.

Cold Winds
Winds blow harsh and cold
      making me wish for spring
Even though I know that
     sweltering summer days will follow.

Laughing Crows
It can be a long lonely walk
    from our house
        up the driveway
             to where my car sits.
Today was no exception:
    I slipped and slid
         up our icy driveway
accompanied only by the  echoing
      laughter of  the crows  flying overhead.

Thank you for reading (and keeping me writing)

100 and Going Strong!

My thanks to you, my loyal readers. I began this blog on December 26, 2013 never really imaging that I could write two poems a day indefinitely. But so far, I've done pretty well. Due to inclement weather that saw us without electricity for the better part of a week, I haven't always been able to keep up the pace. And I was out of town for a few days, which created still other problems. But overall, I've generally managed to keep posting.

So far I haven't really experienced writer's block; knock on wood. There are days where one or both entries are not very good. And there have been still other days where I did manage only one poem instead of two. And a very few days (like today) when I wrote a prose entry instead of two poems.

Still and all-- I'm making it. Thank you one and all for the encouragement you provide just by reading. On the other hand, if you have comments or suggestions those would be appreciated.

Thanks again!