An arching pine, bedecked with pollen cones, Invites the birds was well as curious fingers. Though it may make some sneeze when it is blown, When touched, the gold corona rarely lingers. Upon a limb a tanager alights, From twig to twig the clever sparrows dart, Distinctly they arrive with colors bright, But counterfeit goldfinches … Continue reading February 11: Pollen Good Time
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February 10: Bones
While navigating busy thoroughfares, It's always a fortuitous surprise, When someone notices that you are there And has the confidence to meet your eyes As if to say, “I see you are like me, A person who is patently aware That people hide within humanity, But can be found by those who look with care.” … Continue reading February 10: Bones
February 9: Free Time, or Lack Thereof
It's been so long since I had any time That wasn't promised to a type of work, At first such freedom seems a thing sublime, But then I wonder if I haven't shirked Some task that I've forgotten, it's as though My brain is so accustomed to the load, That when it goes from overwhelmed … Continue reading February 9: Free Time, or Lack Thereof
February 8: Uniformity
In any group that wears a uniform, A number of disparities you'll see, As some are souls who don't like to conform, And others who transgress unwittingly. Some men forgo the recommended vest, And ladies' skirts don't hide their patterned hose, And to be fair, the handbook's not expressed A ruling on rings in the … Continue reading February 8: Uniformity
February 7: Little Bits
A run-through is a satisfying thing; To hear where your part fits within the whole, And learn the proper place to stand and sing, And feel as though all share common goal. But when the final notes have dissipated, There's hardy time to celebrate success; Our egos will be presently deflated, As little bits of … Continue reading February 7: Little Bits
February 6: A Sonnet by Giovanni, a Dog Who May Be Part Cat
Obtaining sustenance is such a chore That there are days I lack the will to try. For why should I have kibble on the floor When lovely odors drift down from on high? And when I leap to that ambrosial place My inborn grace receives no word of praise. I'm shooed away, my bowl shoved … Continue reading February 6: A Sonnet by Giovanni, a Dog Who May Be Part Cat
February 5: Murphy’s Law of Choral Masterworks
The first time Maestro runs us through the score There rises an impending sense of dread As details we've rehearsed go out the door, And what we've practiced ends up on its head. Pronunciations and dynamics shift; We drill refinements 'til our minds our numb. Our pencils fly, lest we be left adrift, Our folders … Continue reading February 5: Murphy’s Law of Choral Masterworks
February 4: Distractingly Attractive
My days are often drenched with pulchritude, And though I'm grateful for its copiousness, Some situations beg me to conclude There's such a thing as beauty in excess. On handsome men I usually bestow A smile or cheerful greeting, but there's one Whose glorious perfection brings me woe Because his presence interrupts my tongue. An … Continue reading February 4: Distractingly Attractive
February 3: Good Night Sweet Prince
An actor dies in New York every day And leaves no more or less than any man; Remembered for the roles he once portrayed By family, colleagues, and his ardent fans. An actor died in New York yesterday, Who with his presence stage and film had graced, And while we mourn his loss, we yet … Continue reading February 3: Good Night Sweet Prince
February 2: The SuperB owl
A superb owl alighted next to me, With plumage bright and captivating call, Its annual visit easy to foresee, As was the promise we should have a ball. And while its blandishments were a temptation, I noticed that its wings were all askew, So rather than great feats of aviation, A lot of feckless fluttering … Continue reading February 2: The SuperB owl
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