Crazy midnight sun
midnight baseball, midnight run
mayor fills potholes.
Haiku slumbering
lulled by simmering summer
will wake with winter.
Birds, Northward winging,
some, nasty bird flu bringing;
robins come singing.
April rain opens
green door of Spring; fog slinks in
belly to the ground.
The moon roams till dawn
Swept by the withering winds
She hides among pines
Tax day is Tuesday.
Are you ready to pay up?
Just grin and bear it.
Air Force planes make noise?
What is this whole coming to?
BOOM aloft, freedom.
look them in the eye
horse dog cat man woman child
window to the soul
Mere inches of snow
falls and the assault begins
men and their machines
Genormous snow flakes
fall out of the clear blue sky
the redpolls care less
Happy sunny days
Kite flying on Murphy Dome
Falling down laughing
winter cold outside
learning poetry inside
how their minds warm me
nature’s animals
so happy under rainbows
with cotton ball clouds
rainbow in the sky
hot pink is the way I think
near red and purple
orphan blue above
clouds crying in a sad tune
music so pretty
dogs bark, people talk
why do they both have to die-
and the world goes round
birds fly, people walk
they both look happy smiling
the wind breezes by
moon rising upward
sweet, bright sun rising downward
really soft and calm
Silent night of peace
exploring beauty with Bud
sitting this great night
Bright sun shining down
Shining crystal snow – pretty
White snow – small rabbit
Wind blows over snow
Raven calls at once now
Ravens sit on trees
A raven calling,
Icicles dripping water.
Spring is coming soon!
Dark shadows are friends.
Raeanne and Shelby shadows.
A raven talking.
Dark shadows are friends.
Raeanne and Shelby shadows.
A raven talking.
The bright sun shining.
Snowmobile tracks — tractor tracks.
Wind blowing North, brrrr!
Kids at the playground
When I walk by, the kids broke sticks.
The kids scared the crows.
David ran through snow.
Snow on the basketball hoop.
Preston stood on snow.
Snow trees come to me
cover me and comfort me
make me strong and live
people’s steps in snow
the snow like little crystals
the wind blistering
Trees of snow like silk
Hills of snow, like gloss, like milk.
Snow falls in silence.
Nose very runny.
I need something very bad.
Perfect thing, tissues.
Hanging like magic
Icicles caught in sunlight.
An icicle fell.
— Daniel Dompierre
Streams of feathers fly
Lauding arrival of Spring.
Birds dwell nigh again.
Analogies are
little origami shapes
you make with your mind.
Moose and calf ahead!!
Oh, no! Gee! No! Haw! Whoa! Whoa!
Come back! Ow! Ow! Ow!
Diamond necklace, it
Shimmers like gold in the Sun
Priceless! And yet mine.
In mom's memory
ninety-two years on this earth:
Castle Ryman Zick
Don't fuss over me,
Laid to rest I choose to be
simply burden free.
light alone meets Light
ghost whisperer shows the way
darkness now put out.
Big machines steel jaws
rend, tear, smash, crush—trucks rumble;
bye, bye, old Safeway.
Mountain, snow capped, moon
rising pale against skyline,
man-made star shines bright
high above valley
mountains tower, cloud covered,
gulch claims usurper.
Poetry of love,
artistic intimacy,
heart crying in ink.
OF SNOW SEEN ON THE MOUNTAIN SIDE
Snow in high meadow,
Winter lingering in spring
Melting in the sun.
And again, dust
...
Dust to dust, our lot,
Death, decay, and dust mingle.
Who lies on my sill?
Delicate flakes make
a snow surface that is soft,
yet painfully cold
Cold wind. Leaves ticking
against hard, frozen branches
are a lonely clock.
Young grizzly sniffs air
returns to beary patch feast
cold wind stirs bushes
oreo graced us
with love eleven great years
thank you oreo
Forty degree days
the pineapple express flings
a teaser of spring
Polar bear savoir
faire or is no ice just in
comprehensible
The internet is
about as addictive as
my morning mocha
Chain saws stink and scream
tall birch trees groan totter fall
sylvan abattoir.
Barrel flips first Dude;
Iron Dog consolation;
sleeps with governor.
Yukon Quest story:
Mackey mushing monarchy;
straw heaps; yellow snow.
morning snuggle bug
i have been waiting for this
for twenty nine years
Conoco Philips
whines to the legislature
Will Palin cave in?
in winter’s sunlight
even the crumbs on the table
cast long shadows