March arrives ~ senryū

March arrives
denying winter
brings no change

I was well into my thirties before I accepted that my early March birthday is not in the spring.
I dislike winter that much, although I actually saw one budding tree while kayaking on Sunday, so Missouri does offer that over Western New York. (* click image *)

This short-form senryū is my response to Colleen’s Weekly #Tanka Tuesday
#Poetry Challenge No. 167, #Poet’sChoice



Paddle paused, the kayak continues
drifting upstream, the mild current
offering little resistance. The wake
continues towards shore, calmer
in its own wake, until rippled
reflections become serene,
the kayak still, and the waves
only a memory.

This is my response to Poetics: Impermanence
the prompt from Merril at dVerse Poets Pub.

Image: Moreau River, Missouri, June 2018
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Sol’s Assurance

Sol’s Assurance

For the briefest moment in this shortest span
of daylight, the clouds part to reveal the sun,
as if to say, “Fear not. I am still here,
my light growing, the darkness receding
with each new day, each glance I pass your way.”


Image: Missouri, 3:19pm CST  21 December 2019 (7 hours short of Winter Solstice)

Notes, while driving with Brubeck

Notes, while driving with Brubeck
     (random riffs recorded on the road)

Concrete seams click beneath
the rapid turn of wheels

trying to impress the need
for arrival, as a sax greets an expanse of blue

waving on a horizon breaking free
of its cloudy blanket, revealing

more blue as grapevines,
in row after orderly row, march

up a snow covered slope,
drummer keeping the beat.

Gulls wander in from the lake,
and hilltop turbines can’t keep up.

Five takes, and no photo worthy of saving.
This ain’t no St. Louis, but the sky is still blue.