Tuesday, December 10, 2019

Conrad, My Sober Friend















Disclaimer: I would never give a dog alcohol


Conrad is my best friend
We do everything together…
Taking walks on rainy mornings;
Matching raincoats in foul weather.

One day we should just both get drunk,
End up passed out on the floor…
Yet sadly I’ve grown older now,
I don’t drink much anymore.

While I hobble with a wobbly cane,
Conrad, remains hale and hardy.
The only things that make us equals,
Are overeating and a big fart party.

Thursday, October 31, 2019

Enamored by the Moon





















Any southern window here,
Is the best to admire the moon…
The beams bouncing off the white caps,
Create disco sparkles around the room.

Some weeks the magic never ends,
Then changes with the tide…
The sunrises are epiphanies,
From windows on the Northern side.

Nature’s created a masterpiece,
The beauty could never be finer …
Unless presented along with music;
Pachelbel’s Concerto in d Minor


The Dark Winter Returns













Winter again whips up the wind,
I hear the lone buoy’s drone.
Warning the boaters to stay away,
While calling the wildlife home.

I bought a new heated mattress,
For nights wrapped in icy snow …
Another year I promised to leave,
Yet didn’t have the heart to go.

Seasonal dramas will renew soon,
I would hate to miss the mystery…
Of all the fates approaching the cliff,
Affecting this old home’s history.  

I’ll hunker down one more season,
Continuing the settler’s fight,
The battle is only six months long,
Until the return of light.





Wednesday, October 16, 2019

Long Shadows





















Again, the season of long shadows,
When the sun seems extra slow…
It hovers on the horizon line,
As if hesitant to go.

It projects the usual images,
Now at least ten times as tall.
Nature shows her sense of humor,
In every Northwest fall.

A simple walk with my dog,
To play a game of fetch,
Becomes instead a photo op,
Where we play a game called “stretch”.

The Long Shadow doesn’t last long,
The sun speeds up, setting way too fast;
For the next long months of winter,
Daylight’s remembered as the past.