The Little Words Mean the Most

Amy challenge haiku: Spring

 

I'd love to say sad

This tho my flab day ever

SEE crocus blooms mad!

 

a bit more human after loss

 

I have ears

left ear no longer quite as acute as my right

as in: Last night it took four tries to hear

"How's your meal?"

 

Intriguing, excellent, surprising, innovative

well-plated, with attentive staff who

mustered care and enthusiasm around 4 diners, 3 with canes,

together moving slowly as the Fall of the Roman Empire

> could lecture on that very topic

in classic Latin

aging brains and muscles

 

now so much

really

I don't care much WHAT I hear

except what I invite in

Eminem LOSE YOURSELF is one; just

about right; on repeat

 

Enjoying a good wind this spring this midnight

 

Twist open the windows!

trees knocking about

their drumbeat settling, Gene Krupa takes over

dead branches declaring left and right

lichens flying, frog peepers coming soon to choral us

 

getting sorted for another year

bring it on

 

 

Amy challenged me to write a blizzard haiku, based on my last-chance visit to a local grocery store where "deli butts" wooed my shopping cart, as the storm embraced us all!!!

 

 

Deli-knife outcasts

 

strike hard my empty belly

 

"Make him strong for snow!"

 

 

1880: when Rhode Island lost remnants of its soul

 

DISLIKE this 1880 ACT to ABOLISH the Narragansett tribe

Narragansett clans and their Algonquian cousins made it possible for English invaders to survive those first threadbare, near-starving years. The indigenous Algonquian knew the land. They'd prospered here for well over 10,000 years. What became known as New England grew in decadent abundance. Except rocks.

 

 

thank U

 

Parker Woodland Audubon RI ~ Somebody has a walking stick

Brush grooming in a blizzard

 

"Are your feet wet?" >dripping/swampy< "Are your feet cold?" >no<

 

How you know that you have good winter boots.

After a 3-hour brush-grooming session during a blizzard? All of the above: wet, not cold.

My winter boots are made from the same stuff as wet suits.

Scams are as natural as fungi; just be alert

 

This is OUR public service announcement, from Sim One and Tom, vulnerable, victim-class, because we're OLD (plus 70) and losing it? (supplementary prayer: Dear Darwin Above, save us!) whoops, sorry: wrong bulls-eye

> What happened, disturbingly:

> Today (fourth quarter, 2020), PHONE scammers successfully penetrated our middle-class household's (clearly not great) digital/emote defenses!!!

 

In sum:

... Sim One and me were almost scammed ... we were really-really-close-to-almost-outrageously scammed, sent-us-rabbit-jumping-out of the garage-INTO-our-2nd-best-car, well-terrified, heading up the highway ... PANICKED!!! you get the scrambled picture?

         ... though not-QUITE-on-the-brink-of-PAYING scammed

         ... (b/cuz at the last moment, driving up our rural road, away from our 32-year home, we FINALLY passed some nagging "we're not quite THAT gullible" test, "are we; you, me -- honestly?"

         ~ Sim One looked at me, weeping, as we flew up back roads....

         ~ I looked back at her, wondering: WHO ARE WE?

         ~ In our early 70s, are we just VICTIMS ... is that all that's left of our self-respect and being?

         guess so

         YEAH it was THAT close).

 

it was a scam; nothing more

 

 

Sunday walk, CT Audubon Society, Pomfret

I poisoned my trails tonight

 

Mostly vs. poison ivy

poison v. poison

PVP

 

It doesn't hate us. Know us. And in autumn

it's sunset gorgeous. But it breathes and it drinks

and has this oil that's easily spread from towels

across skin

into your lungs if you burn it

 

i want paths anywho can tramp

with a minimum of danger

So on a hot day like today

spray some multinational's science-breakthrough deterrent on its leaves

wch it drinks wch it beathes and the company promises

in a week the roots will die

 

Poison ivy is a human-denominated pest

and will return, because it thrives in global warming

and someday this poisoner nor multinational won't

return nor you

 

not too late, though