Sunday, December 27, 2015
The eagle frolicked in the storm;
I noticed there were three more.
Now four eagles were not frolicking,
But hunting death along the shore.
A broken crab, an injured gull,
Dead ducks or a grounded fish…
Scavengers of the stormy tides,
Find Penn Cove grants every wish.
There are winners and there are losers,
Some find food or are lost at sea…
Eagles fly with me along the bluff,
As friends, but they wait for me.
Wednesday, December 23, 2015
Announcing the Yule onset
Without fail since 1973,
This cactus was promoted decades ago,
To my official Christmas Tree.
It never needs an ornament,
Against the blooms they can’t compete.
There is no room for any gifts,
So friends all get off cheap.
The branches cut for others,
Have started their own plants living.
I can say with absolute certainty,
This is the gift that keeps on giving.