Another New Year's Eve Poem

I resolve that 
I will write 

No more poems 
Until next year. 

Kansas Dust Bowl

With the homesteaders 

Shut in, there’s a lot 
Of clothing out there tossing 
Caution to the wind— 

Still no snap, no breeze, 
No drab as can be here, 
You see if you can 

Just remember that. 

Breezy

Our granddaughter, all 
Of eleven months 

Picks up this 
Small twig, 

Puts it down as soon as 
She sees a leaf 

Fall, starts 
To crawl to where 

It would have been 
Had the wind not 

Come by to pick it up. 

A Poem Should Be (7)

Able 

In a single bound 
To leap tall 

Buildings and keep 
Its body close 

To the ground. 

Night Watch Dog

Too frigging cold trying 
Hard to bark 
Head off in used car lot 

Not enough juice 
In battery 
Motor on 

Last legs.

Dry Spell

Some not so dusty 
Plodders not so wet 
Behind the ears as you 
Say you can smell the rain 
Approaching if you’d just stop 
Long enough to unclog your nostrils. 

Call of the Wild

Passion flowers— 
Sword-billed humming 

Bird pierces it.