Saturday, January 29, 2011

winter mood

warm spell
— the snap in my
winter mood


frightful howl
of the winter wind
. . . these age spots

Monday, January 24, 2011


Our oldest dog, we have four, spends much of his time at my feet, snoring loudly, snoring like an old man, and I wonder if I snore that much when I sleep. After all, both he and I are about the same age, figuring in dog years. I love him a lot, he's getting a little grouchy now and is proving to be more stubborn. He doesn't like to be bothered when he's intent on sleeping. He's even getting a little more snappy in his advancing age.

Funny how dogs and humans can equate in certain traits, characteristics. Anthropomorphism is the technical term. Each of our four dogs have their own personalities. They don't always act the same, but I love each of them dearly. Back to the oldest dog. He's having a little trouble getting about and is taking some medication for his joints. I'm taking some medication for my joints. Both he and I groan and moan, although I think I tend to be the worse complainer. Maybe I'm the more snappy. I bitch a lot. Anyway, I hope he can live to a ripe old age comfortably, and I hope the same for myself. It will break my heart when he dies.

Friday, January 14, 2011

mountain shadows

from mountain
shadows . . .
a sun-tipped wing


lowering clouds
. . . a kestrel pirouettes
to its prey


remembering its
path down the window–
night rain