Wet sloppy snow flakesNot descending lightly
Perverse beauty
Poems and brief musings usually composed in the evening. My goal is to celebrate the extraordinary in the ordinary.
This morning I was greeted by a lone crow
sauntering along my sidewalk
His rolling gate reminded me of an old well travelled sailor
He had the nonchalance and joie de vivre
Of a bon vivant
Winter is around the corner but not a care in the world has he
Hearty companions, assorted trash bags, a communal dwelling and plenty of moxie
Would that I were so well equipped for the coldest season!
Endnote: The painting is by Rudi Hurzlmeir