Poem

October’s Return

“I’m back,” shouts October’s return,urging summer’s dancing hummers,to kiss goodbye the sugar-water feeders,and sweet pollen-laced floral beakers.“Move on to warmer places,”October’s chilled []

Daffodils & Ice

Morning news, colder than the air that wraps my abode.
Pathetic in false relevancy to anything real.
Bloviators.
Leaders.
Foolish spawns fat on toxic waste spewed from golden towers
thick in greed and power.