poem

the bear understands refraction
when he pokes his paw into the stream
he doesn’t put it where the fish appears to be
but where it is

all the bears that couldn’t learn that trick
long ago moved on to become ancestors
of the clever bears
now we also have tricks to learn

for Putting My Feet in the Dirt

haiku

misty gray mirages
islands dissolve at boat’s bow
now we are alone

for Putting My Feet in the Dirt September 2019 Writing Prompts

Frost Flowers

Slomoz – https://flickr.com/photos/60053822@N00/3203335818/

flowers have methods
for dealing with water ice
no hope for my pipes

for Putting My Feet in the Dirt

halo orbit

to orbit round an
invisible point such as
someone dead and gone

for September 2019 Writing Prompts

Sun Pillar

View at EarthSky Community Photos. | Nancy Ricigliano at Jones Beach, New York caught this sun pillar on March 3, 2019.

golden column stands
silent huge transient strange
the eye drawn upward

for September Writing Prompts

haiku

pink belt of venus
gentle band of color
warms the horizon

for Putting My Feet in the Dirt

Wonky Whiskers

When I was young, my whiskers came in in patches. If I let them grow, yes, the kids say they are wonky because they are still patchy.

My particular baldness is also patchy, Wonky patchy.

I dealt with this by keeping hair and whiskers cut short, but now that I’ve joined the Rondistiborians, however, that is no longer an option. No cutting of hair.

I tried wearing a hat and bandit’s kerchief to cover head, cheeks, and chin. No dice. The Rondistiborians point out that the peoples of the Indian subcontinent never invented the hat and we’re talking a billion people so why allow hats?

Eventually they kicked me out on the wonky issue. My wife and kids remained. My wife likes guys with a full head and chin of long hair.

Now I’m back to short hair. I get a shave and a haircut for $21.85 plus tip.

for Putting My Feet in the Dirt August Writing Prompts