March slipped in like a lamb: poems

 [THREE TRIPODS]

Beginning

a second night of rain

and thunderstorms, picking as many

fragrant flowers as I

can handle.        (2023)

A quartet

of butterflies flitting

from one red quince bloom to another

this early March morning.

What a sight!     (2023)

Amazing

to see an entire lake

migrate two miles due to the strong winds

on the second of March.

NO BOATING       (NYT news, 2024)

WITHOUT A MATCH

The old

space heater, moved,

realigned to gas source,

long unused pilot light relit.

Voila!            (Cinquain, 3.2.2025)

c 2025, PL dba lovepat press, Benton AR USA

16th anniversary of blogging: poems

 

Here are February poems, one from '13, but most from '23, and even one from today!

* cardinal / fluffing his feathers / for insulation ['13]

* neighbor's  board fence / topped with a white layer / of freezing precip ['23]

* holly tree / drooping deeply / -- its ice burden 

* yucca's green / barely showing / with its ice cover 

* new jigsaw puzzle / pawing through the pieces / hunting for borders ['24]

* The "Let / it Snow" napkins / at my computer, need / replacing with "Hurry up, Spring / HURRY!

c 2025, PL dba lovepat press, Benton AR USA

True Winter Weather: poems

(NOTE: Since I can't figure out how to get single spacing, for the following poems, a forward slash means a line break. (Now how did this get to be single spaced???)

 CINGUAIN SEQUENCE (1.9.'25)

A few/ very large flakes /keeping the weather folks / honest about their prediction/of snow.

Snowing/ harder, but still/ large flakes, yet birds keep on/ eating. I, too, am eating, but/ inside.

CINQUAIN (1. 10. '25

Nearly/ a foot of snow/ meant daughter couldn't get/ her car turned around in the yard./ No work!

HAIKU (1. 14. '25)

snow slowly melting / even a squirrel / under the feeder

CINQUAIN (1. 14. '25)

Hearing / a plane, I look / skyward. No plane up there / but I see a star!--a rare treat / here 'bouts. 

CINQUAIN (1.16. '25) AT AGE 88

For the / first time ever / I got to ride in the / cab of a wrecker towing my / dead Ford.

c 2025 PL dba lovepat press, Benton AR USA

Welcome, I think, to 2025

 

Here are some poems from two collections of one copy each. Lighting a Candle and Sweetness of the apple.

 --- 23 degrees/ first day of the year, I read/ Season's spring haiku (Carolyn Thomas)

--- 18 degrees/ hoping the feral cats/ find a warm place

--- the eternal hum/ of the fan used to block/ teenager's TV (Season's line)

--- picking up/ morning, afternoon papers/ at the same time

--- during the morning/ birdbath water/ turning to ice

c 2025 PL dba lovepat press, Benton AR USA