January Poems 2025

The night sky frolics
  under silvery moonbeams
   in stillness, dreams come.

Dreams dance in joyous leaps,
 skating on imaginative trails,
  night treasures. 

Night recedes behind 
 the stars, no thought to pending     
  troubles- tomorrow sleeps.

celestial alignment
rare one/25/25
an eventide view
Venus, Mars, Jupiter, Saturn, Uranus, and Neptune, be on the lookout tonight or now, depending on where you are.

President Donald J Trump
was fond of the campaign stump.
Mover, shaker, and policymaker,
Unlike President Nixon, the Quaker.

Clerihew- rhyming couplets, Jan. 20, 2025

pastoral cacophony 
robins, warblers, blackbirds
antiphonal tweets

morning’s song returns 
chee-pippety-chee
spring arias

dawn’s light hums
dreams dance on ember’s shadow
young hearts sing

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the night sky frolics
tomorrow sleeps, dreams skate 
on imaginative trails,
dancing on silvery threads,
knitting our hearts together.


the gentle psithurism  
of a wooed heart, 
she catches her breath or (catching her breath)
slowly, evanescing, 
yet time spins memories of you


reminiscent of
a weathered beauty
the gentle psithurism
of a wooed heart, evanescing-
yet time spins memories of you. 

laden white
resplendent splendor 
pulchritudinous beauty 
#HaikuSaturday #Haiku 
Scenes from Arkansas

dancing in the sky
rhythmic beauty
synchronous flow

swallow dance

shimmering night cadence
skipping across a frozen plateau
Mangata reverie

laden white 
resplendent splendor  
pulchritudinous beauty  
#HaikuSaturday

evening surround sound- 
life nestles, tweets and twitters cease
swissssh goes the porch swing

seasonal changes,
sturdy branches, grounding roots
true friends, the rings inside. 

seasonal, sturdy
grounding roots, true friends
the rings inside

Sturdy branches
fallen, silent, still-
helping hands

branches
fallen
helping hands

Vermillion cardinal
resplendent and showy
pulchritudinous

Laden gray skies 
Snowy white background 
Morning sings

Vibrant winter blooms 
cast against a snowy canvas,
beneath brooding skies

A crimson trim comb /cut
Proud strut, perched high. 
Teachers giggle

morning’s blush
slips through
the mizzling mist

if rain no longer fell, 
would your smile return 
if blue dropped from the sky,
and longing understood, 
 would you be mine