BluegrassPoet
- Frost, sown diamond dust, sparkles under the gibbous moon. Ice in the bucket withstands a knuckle rap. Water in the puddle reflects stars.3:40 AM Nov 6th from Identica
- A dove forages among the fallen dogwood leaves, hunkers down and disappears. Light from the rising sun is a watery yellow.4:59 AM Nov 5th from Identica
- The sun is hot on the horizon - the angry pink of a suppurating wound - but I am cold in my room, clutching my coffee cup for black warmth.3:55 AM Nov 4th from Identica
- I glance up from the grocery list, spot the six-pointer. He strolls down the farm lane. The red-ball sun sits on the horizon.5:09 AM Nov 3rd from Identica
- The moon sets red to the northwest. In the top of the bare locust, the robin sings "hurryup" to the sun.5:07 AM Nov 2nd from Identica
- Light from the Hunter's Moon streams through the west windows, nothing to stop it now but bare branches.4:33 AM Nov 1st from Identica
- Yesterday's hot sun gives way to morning's cold rain. It pecks on the windows as I read before dawn.4:23 AM Oct 31st from Identica
- I wash the cereal bowls and watch the hot pinks and battleship grays of the eastern sky fade to rose and pearl.4:08 AM Oct 30th from Identica
- A morning of mists and blazing leaves, long shadows of the rising sun, jeweled spider webs, and witches splattered into porch posts.4:59 AM Oct 29th from Identica
- The fingernail I use to worry a speck from the page I'm reading is my own, and then it is my mother's. An old hand, skilled, beloved.2:27 AM Oct 29th from Identica
- Red of the maple, gold of the poplar, bronze of the oak, the wind sweeps them all away with one swift stroke.6:15 AM Oct 28th from Identica
- At 5 stars against a black sky, at 7 a world roofed in gray. Cat comes to my call.4:32 AM Oct 27th from Identica
- Black morning sky. Orion snags his belt on a bare locust limb.3:48 AM Oct 26th from Identica
- At dusk, the west wind. At dawn, skeletal locust limbs against a gray sky.4:33 AM Oct 25th from Identica
- On the white pine, needles hang yellow. The burning bush flames. Cat seeks a place by the fire.7:16 AM Oct 23rd from Identica
- The heater purrs, the cat curls on the ottoman, I sip coffee.6:21 AM Oct 22nd from Identica
- RT eekshecried Hey, Lexington! I'm reading at UK's Gaines Center on Thurs. with some other fabulous poets from The Heartland Review. 7 pm!3:07 PM Oct 21st from web
- A fingernail curve of new moon hangs southwest above a horizon line rose with sunset. To the south, the evening star.4:38 PM Oct 20th from Identica
- Dark of the moon, my headlights flash through the tunnel of trees along the two-lane blacktop, pick out the rolling gait of a young raccoon.6:47 AM Oct 20th from Identica
- Frost whites the pasture and ices the cloth we used to cover the lettuce. Cats that insist on going outside insist on coming right back in.10:00 AM Oct 19th from Identica
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