Hot Stuff Baby
Jan. 23rd, 2008 03:02 pmToday, it's hot. If my hands get cold, I could warm them over my knee. I keep wondering if I'll start seeing wisps of smoke rising from the cloth covering it... =)
Of Cats and Crickets and Other Things
by Everett A Warren
June 3, 2006
Woodsmoke in the air
and a fiddle tune as well,
weaving around the curling smoke,
dancing a jig while the rain is away.
The Queen Anne's lace,
with regal grace,
rises above the fields of clover;
and the ferns nod solemnly from the shadows.
Cotton candy or caramel leaves
float on the breeze through the katsura tree
much less subtle than the lemony mittens
and root beer roots of the sassafras that line the woods.
Clothespin angels hover from foxglove to iris to hosta
ruby throats sipping nectar
while black as night the monarchs flutter by
over stone and stream to the meadow beyond
Crickets chirp but none too loudly
for he of the red breast and she of his bride
patrol the grasses most diligently
when they're not out on a limb singing each others praises
Scolding from under the ferns
in curious brown habit
a monk with a chip on his shoulder
and a tail raised high berating up and down
Maine coon curled up in sleep
ignoring the little fellow's breach of wisdom
dreaming of chasing Mother Bear again
and if he should catch her, what would he do then?
Copyright (c) 2006 Everett Ambrose Warren
Dimorphic Jumping Spider
July 2, 2005
There's
something
of the jellyfish,
albeit in an
eight-legged,
air-breathing,
land-dwelling
package;
He almost
disappears
as he leaps
from here
to there;
The only thing
cooler
than watching a
dimorphic
jumping
spider
is hearing
your daughter
hold back on
"Eww! Spider!"
and saying
instead:
"Hey!
Dimorphic
jumping
spider!"
Copyright (C) 2005 Everett Ambrose Warren