Sunday, November 08, 2020


Some crows fly by the morning star
And then eclipse the moon
Redemption seems so very far
But could be here quite soon

Orion towers, arrow nocked
And eyes them flying low
Yet never shoots, though I’m not shocked
For no one savors crow.

Celestial omens seldom lie
If pupils are alert
But filtered through the mortal eye
Discernment is inert.

Wednesday, November 04, 2020


Some are yellow, some are white
Others blue, or ‘not-so-bright’
Designed to penetrate the night
When darkness handicaps our sight

But do we ever see what’s true?
(The lack of light should be a clue)
Yet, we do what we’re told to do
By those who live to lie anew.

Monday, November 02, 2020


This ghostly face leapt out at me
A specter in an aqua sea
But I contained the urge to flee,

For once our sun proclaims ‘Good night’
That spook will steal some precious light
Displaying quite a haunting sight

A supernatural type of glow
That makes the shadows long and low
I breathlessly await the show.