Into the Wild, Blue, Pink, and Yellow Yonder

Posted on April 23, 2012by apronheadlilly

The airforce is at it again,
playing games with the moon,
tic-tac-toe and follow the leader,
weaving contrails in and around,
over and under and through.
Sounds like Grover.

Bits of Spring

Posted on March 15, 2012by apronheadlilly

. . . whispers of life
stirring,
breaking out,
and bits of spring,
sneaking,
tentative forays,
but I’m still hoping for one last snow . . .

Of Moons and Me

Posted on March 14, 2012by apronheadlilly

 

A bleached disc, pocked and golden,
friend of lovers, harvesters, and sky-watchers,
constant in your silent ascent,
round and round a synchronous path,
you grant the same old singing face.
     Tide-puller and terrestrial-tracker,
     visible by day and dazzling by night,
     second brightest orb in the sky,
     you have no light to call your own
     except what you are given,
     except what you reflect of the noble blazing sun

. . . and thus should I.

California Fire

Posted on March 7, 2012by apronheadlilly

3-5-12

I squeeze my digital self between pesky houses that would try to block
my flaming California sky–
threads and cords of cloud set afire by
a descending sun.
Zoom,
zoom.
Through skinny fingered branches,
I catch the horizon of my world
and my imagination.

And today's--->

I Could Eat Sherbet

Posted on February 23, 2012by apronheadlilly

2-22-12 sunset

Crystalline strands threaded across this sherbet sky.
If I had a big enough spoon,
I think I would eat you up!