entropy enmity for life

‘…suddenly, there came a rapping,

tapping, tapping at my chamber door,

t’is it was and nothing more…’

…you have come and tapped so often at my door

and I have but put my ear to it, soon I will

come and open it…

is it sadness and entropy that engenders such

enmity for life or might it be enthusiastic anticipation

upon the entering a blissful transcendence?

For Magaly Guerrero: imaginary garden with real toads/Twitter Me a Gothic Poem

sharing Spring

a Gander, mama and two goslings

stop by to visit in the mornings now,
two fortnights passing

i will hang sugar water rest stops

for the avian scurrying hummingbirds

to siphon out like fuel until next stop

at dusk, the sun waves, ‘nighty-night’,

with its crimson fingers to lie down

and rest its diurnal warm attire

then come twinkling those gleeful

diamonds of the night sky to dance

around the watchful smiling moon

the wafts of blooming buds fill the air

as the wind gently tickles them to rise

and gather onto the hem of Spring’s dress

i’m grateful for how many of these mornings 

i have witnessed that so many have not had the

privilege, so with our transcendent souls,
i share all this