advent a light year to go

sun-risen 
the buttercups

in spring rain
just a little frog
liking butter

little frog in butterflight

this jaundiced view of buttercups

closing in time a buttercup to light

Moore's madonna—
the spaces we occupy
seen through too

home to roost
night in-stills itself
within us

advent host
second guessed
in coming

daylight 
drizzle 
now 
light

feeling up
and down 
across
her cross
 

Hiroshima
seed-bedding anew
manifest destiny

writer's block—
his reflection hogs
the limelight
 
 

in our image the fog of war

 

 

armed to the teeth
with projected profits
an alms-giver

oil slick
over and under
a holy fire

bloodlines drawn out into battle-lines into blood

first school day
on the classroom wall
Winston Churchill

school recess
we scan the clouds
for zeroes

peace-time spring
the future roars through
cumulus skies