Florida is the
cheese at the end of the maze
known as air travel.
Spring break
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Florida is the
cheese at the end of the maze
known as air travel.
Category Archives: seasons
Ithaca, NY
Ph.D.s waitress
here, M.A.s babysit, ’cause
no one wants to leave.
Driving home at sunset
Hills like cut paper
black against tissue blue skies.
Through poked holes, stars shine.
In memoriam: Mrs. G
Now that the snow is
gone, her neglected garden
pokes up stalks of loss.
Snow in March
Hats, gloves, put away
in optimism return
for winter’s last gasp.
only blog can make a tree
a dilemma of
riches in tiny topaz
the art of language
Snowmelt
the constant dripping
nature’s tears of joy as she
sees her world reborn
March 20
The equinox means
equal night and day worldwide
yin and yang of light.
Spring equinox
Days grow longer like
smiles that stretch wider as one
greets a long lost friend.
In like a lion, out like a lamb
What’s that mean? That spring’s
a dominatrix, whipping
March ’til it submits?
a haiku a day 