Today's poem "Snow Falling on Montpelier" (written 1/5/18)

Snow Falling on Montpelier

Boots print down crystal snow in dentation

sinking slightly in powder, blown around

conditions signal winter weather, you know

snow still snows in a white-out situation

cold winds whip the snow snake snarling

micro-crystalline silver flecks are falling

footstep slide-steps up cold granite steps

careful preambular precipitation precepts

handrail holds snow-dusted icy remnants

enter and exit shivering MFA students

weather apps are all reading minus zero

I’m sticking to the café: I’m no hero

today's poem - "isn't it all just words"

isn’t it all just words

empty phrases, open windows

 

stale dust on gummy floors

of former cattleman’s bars

 

sites closed by tut-tutting societals

swinging sharpened conformist axes

 

a breeze blowing by a dust devil

seems also to so-what the word-spin

 

that thinks it wants to be wound

quite aside from the physical thrill

 

the showy peacock feathers

of the mandatory mating ritual

 

and also the old men on the square

appreciating a good yarn unspinning

 

repeated exact with asides and pauses

glints of recognition to tribal knowledge

 

the women of the village on the bankside

washing the hands that wove the cloth

 

that just seems to some the roll of a river

or the wobble of a flophouse cot

 

it could be the detection of phantom thoughts

or long held truths, beauty in a wince

 

wine from a bottle pouring ever fragrant

into a summer crystal shoe to share again

 

or just the sleepy tenant song of a dream

hazed around beams of golden light