Tagged: timing

t-minus four days

t-minus four days
till christmas, even the deer
in our backyard are

m.i.a., busy rehearsing
as backup for their annual gig

the holidays is

we are into the

we are into the
fourth hour of scythe when someone
notes the box reads one-

hundred-fifteen minutes, no more,
no less – someone’s being precious

t-minus four hours,

t-minus four hours,
waiting for guests to arrive
on a rainy day –

things to prep, things to hold off
on, things to just let go of

perhaps timing is

mama’s peonies

mama’s peonies
arrive as if on cue – one, two,
three, four, five – she brings

each stem in from late April to
May, so it blooms just for her

someone decided

someone decided
that fig trees should
provide two
crops each year,
the beginning
and the beginning
of the end of
summer, lest anyone
returns home too
early or too late, no
one has to miss out

** in the absence of The Daily Post from WordPress, here’s your daily prompt: crops


on days when i have to

on days when i have to
keep my chin up, i do
it, like one of those
chinstrap penguins,
climbing out of the
antarctic, ready to find
anything that resembles
a foothold on those steep
slopes. you are never
ready to hear this, i know
it, by the way you smile
so innocently, try out
jokes to conduct the most
favorable light. i make
the decision for you,
yes, sorry, just like that,
you are not allowed
to comfort me, i keep
my chin up, helmet on, look
for the next solid step

being exposed to