POEM - The Heat of the Moment

The never-fail produce stand
Held unrelenting treasures
In Kaleidoscopic variety
Like some produce themed rummage sale
Hawking delectable enticements

Today we arrived early
Out on an early Saturday morning date
We ditched the kids
Still huddled in their pjs and blankets
To bask in the bright sun
The first pleasant morning this spring
And the veggie stand was in step
Offering intriguing horticultural options
To inspire adventurous agriculture

Amidst the onion sets and tomato plants
Across from seed potatoes
Around the corner from the perennials
Vibrant green leaves caught my eye
Possessed of a familiar shape
Oblong and on the narrow side
Drawing to a delightful point
These must be peppers
But not just any peppers
Upon examination the leaves revealed
A murderer's row of spicy renown
Bearing cautionary monikers
Reaper and scorpion and ghost, oh my!
And I couldn't grab them fast enough
Throwing caution to the wind
And then circling around
And running over it for good measure

The stand never fails
Another treasure rides home
Making our day
Growing our bliss

POEM - What Cherry Coke Means to Me

One more lunchtime
Found me sauntering
Headed for Campus Discounts
A recently captive badger
On self-imposed furlough
From the hallowed halls of Tucson High
Yearning for cheap popcorn
And anything else
As long as it wan't school

Loitering for all I was worth
I got dragged into the riptide
Of passing fellow former inmates
As they swept across the street
Up the stairs over the record store
Through the enticing scent filled doors
Of Grandma Tony's Pizza
To grab a slice
Play the eternally free pinball
Order up a round of cherry Cokes
Made to order
The intoxicating maraschino nectar
Infusing the caramel colored tonic
The libation of truancy
Cure for the common education

POEM - Stopping by Frost Farm on a Snowy Day

All of it was there

Somehow

Sitting in subtle repose

Every turn of phrase

Each vivid scene

Alive and well

Living out the lines

Wrought concerning their very existence 

And I stopping by

I am sure my car wonders

Why I turn down this lane

Clearly marked

In bold letters

Closed for the season

A blockade of snow

Clogging the lane

Undaunted I forge 

Many miles yet to journey

I will let them wait

While here i stand

On sacred ground

Alone 

Grateful for that blessing

His very world surrounding 

A solitary communing 

And then it was time

The moment perfect enough

And parting brought peace

A glimpse of the world

Seen through his eyes

No longer a wonder

How each line flowed with ease

Every word just right

My every step loosed a sonnet

Each breathe a perfect couplet

My heartbeat a clever rhyme