A poem a day...

We occasionally get a wild idea to make ourself do something we have no time for. Here's one we had recently: write a Twitter length poem every day.
Given the restriction of only 140 characters I thought I might be able to do this, giving myself a little daily brain exercise. Here goes:

11/24 –
The mist is rising
This Autumn morning
As sun warmed breeze
Caresses night chilled Earth.

11/25 -
Morning dog walk.
I see, she smells, the day.
We both know
Cattle trucks have passed this way.

11/26 -

Rise early to prepare,

Food and kid projects,                                 

Music and lodging.                                    

Thankful we have it to share.

11/27 –

Family and friends

Are the mirror

Showing people are connected

One to another.

11/28-

Deep frost, like snow,

Crisp, bright,

With sky ice blue.

A day of clarity.

11/29-

Old sheep shed torn down.

Rotted wood and timber

Burns furiously

Its story now flame and ember.

11/30-

Lichen streamers

Wave from fir branches

Riding a canyon breeze

No one else sees

12/1-

December dawns

Bright and chill.

Yearling fawns

Nosing the frosty earth.

12/2-

Ducks drop from sky with a splash!

An aeronautic comedy.

No grace to this crash,

But it gets the job done.

12/3 –

Night wind howls.

Sings in the trees,

Roars through the canyon.

Liberating the last autumn leaves.

12/4 –

Too much to do!

Still at my desk working

As the full moon rises.

Hoping to finish one more thing.

12/5 –

Highest tide I've ever seen

On Humboldt Bay.

Sloughs are rivers, flats submerged,

Islands melt away.

12/6 –

Bitter cold night.

Ducks paddle

In frozen pond

To keep open channel.

12/7-

In the teens,

The pond a solid icy mass.

Poor ducks! They huddle
In a single liquid puddle.

12/8 –

Sunrise starts above

With pink-edged cloud.

Then pours light down mountain,

Through trees to ground.

12/9 –
Another freezing day.
We brave the wind and chill
Taking pup out for a walk.
Now must thaw: That wind could kill!

12/10 -
Where did the water go?
Vanished dead of night,
Temp. around 20
Buried pipes, no leak in sight.

12/11 –

The wild mallards return

On ice bound pond alight.                  

Slide, flapping, skating, skittering,

To onlookers delight!

12/12 – Precious elixir of life,

Water from the sky.

Without it follows strife,

We fear the well run dry.

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