Friday’s Freedom


When Monday sinks its teeth in flesh,

and worries freeze your dreams afresh,

remember Friday’s freedom sings

where icy fears melt into wings.

Immersed in Gold

Immersed in gold,

A baptism of fire;

Liquified assets

Cabled by wire.

Locked in a vault,

Deposit of Kings;

Memories gilded

To last ’til the spring.


I am memorizing whatever I can from my autumn garden –  I need to deposit enough ‘gold’ to last me until spring!

Role Reversal

Trees put on their nightgowns and nod their heads in rest;

Sleepy river slows its pace, in tranquil stillness dressed.

Sky relinquishes its light, and dons a sober air;

Clouds are wrapped in bedclothes, adopting night-time stare.

Shadows stir and start their prowl as traffic lights cast glows;

Twinkling lampposts stretch and yawn and grab their party clothes.

Moon awakes, and with a grin, takes his night-owl perch;

A role-reversal supervised by watchful eye of Church.

You Will Not Shut Me Down!

I stand alone in this crowd.

You play judge and jury here;

You resent the way I bloom,

My scent, in you, breeds fear.

You will attempt the shift,

Carve my beauty to mimic you –

But you will not shut me down,

To my blossoms, I am true…

A Frog Philosophy

Photo courtesy of Herbstbaum

So – this is a little different.  You as readers are voting for the poem you think best captures this awesome photograph!

1/ “Ah, just right -I say, this is the life!

Warm sun, cool breeze, and a reed for a nap.

Now if a fine fly were to wander by,

That would be the feather in my green-skinned cap!”

2/ “Thinks she can ditch me, does she?  The wretch.

Well, there are plenty of others in the pond.  I’ll catch

Such a plump and slimy and speckled mate

When she sees us together, she’ll be heron bait!”

3/  “Get that camera out of my face!

How would you like it if I invaded your space?”