Published inThe Daily Cuppa·2 days agoMember-onlyAutumn’s Here and I Hardly NoticedSunday sonnet — The Autumn’s here but it’s kind of concealed though blooming marigolds most match the tint of pumpkins ripening out in the field. I might see one if I’d just turn and squint. The cool and crisp of late-September’s scene the colors of a fallen maple leaf the equinox, I wondered where you’ve…Poetry1 min readPoetry1 min read
Published inThe Howling Owl·6 days agoMember-onlyIt Rains and the Leaves Are SwirlingA dizain — The Howling Owl1 min readThe Howling Owl1 min read
Published inThe Daily Cuppa·Sep 17Member-onlyIn The Slanted September SunSunday sonnet — This slanted light of mid-September sun shines bright off timeworn planks that frame the pond. The goldenrod and jewelweed have run. The purple loosestrife waves to those beyond. A single silver maple leaf floats by across reflections of the sun and trees. Hear buzzing bumblebee. See butterfly. I toss some fish food…Poetry1 min readPoetry1 min read
Published inDancing Elephants Press·Sep 16Member-onlyMoments of EternityA poem about the book — Moments of Eternity captured in this book. Pick it up so you can see. Open. Take a look. ©William J Spirdione 2023 Thanks to everyone at Dancing Elephants Press for making this book happen. I’m so proud of our accomplishment and thankful I was asked to take part. You can…Dancingelephantspress1 min readDancingelephantspress1 min read
Published inThe Daily Cuppa·Sep 10Member-onlyStill Some Life Left in The SeasonSunday sonnet — There’s time enough. Seed embryos will form in flat husks hanging in the wind-blown sun. These coin shaped kites are flapping up a storm on paper drawn so taught a tale is spun. They’ll soon fly free of worn down mother’s cord. Same silver dollars gone and tarnished brown. It’s high time…Poetry1 min readPoetry1 min read
Published inThe Daily Cuppa·Sep 3Member-onlySeptember Slips in So Softly and SilentlySunday sonnet — Voracious slugs can’t keep up as these huge hibiscus flowers bloom this and that way with skeletonized leaves, lace subterfuge. September slipped in and it plans to stay long as a month does last or thereabouts with chomping slugs, tree frogs and buzzing bees. Some change has happened. I’ve lost those last…Poetry1 min readPoetry1 min read
Published inScuzzbucket·Aug 31Member-onlyLet’s Go Now or I’m Not LeavingA poem — Why this incessant desire to bask in shining light when I keep changing my own mind about these precious words gleaming bright while expecting that the rest might catch up as drifting ever-shifting trends refresh us? It’s easy to believe I’ll always write this stuff. Fierce phrases fitting in forgotten places…Poetry1 min readPoetry1 min read
Published inThe Lark·Aug 30Member-onlyFriendly Flower Fun in the Summer SunA summery sonnet — A bright and cheerful day cannot be missed. I’ve not the time to stay here late in bed. “Let’s go,” I tell myself and do persist. “It’s time to hurry up I’ve steps to tread.” So soon these days are done. They drift away. Good luck today, no baking heat nor…Poetry1 min readPoetry1 min read
Published inThe Daily Cuppa·Aug 27Member-onlyOn Goldenrod the Bees Are GatheringSunday sonnet — The sunshine broke through where those long dead ash trees fell in last night’s rain from their sharp tilt to land in piles of tangled vines. They smash some bird and squirrel nests to be rebuilt. There still is time enough. We’re here to stay. On goldenrod the bees are gathering as…Poetry1 min readPoetry1 min read
Aug 25Member-onlyA Tattered War Torn RoostA poem — With Putin’s helicopters hopelessly seen flying at the hammer Prigozhin. His Wagner group roll by relentlessly. Gone rolling north with Moscow’s deep chagrin. Old tanks and dump trucks block the crumbling way while autocrat’s watch oligarchs and Xi. The treason’s baked by Putin’s chef today. The trumpiest Americans won’t see. …Poetry1 min readPoetry1 min read
