Greed
The nuthatch chased the chickadee.
Hey! Hey! Get out of my tree.
I’ll not share these grubs with thee.
There might not be enough for me;
Not enough grubs in this tree,
So stay away, you chickadee.

Cy, Dec. 18, 2007

Graceful grasses bending low,
Bowing to the wind,
Bowing to God’s creation,
As I, too bend low,
As sights and sounds do blend,
Acknowledging the joys of His sensations.



Cy, Friday, July 28, 2006

GORGEOUS

The lake’s an expanse of frozen rows
Of purple ridges of wind-swept snow
Dancing ‘round the dunes in a waltzing flow
Of ballroom gowns in a sparkling, white glow
As we stand in awe, as our friendship grows.
And the morning moon seems to say: “I know!”
Now, as it greets me, through the window
With its bright and silvery, glistening glow,
And its pale-white, twin orb curtsies low,
Dancing as I sway my head to and fro.
I thank you, Lord, for an awesome show,

As I look through the window,
While I am dancing to and fro.

Cy, Jan./14/04

Goodbye to karen s.

The Black Widow Spider
Has used her mate.
It’s time new life is born.
The Black Widow Spider
Has worked her mate.
No time for him to mourn.
The Black Widow Spider
Has done with her mate.
Time will bring a new morn.

Cy, Nov., 1993