The Nuthatch

Upside down,
the world is new.
Your life’s eccentric
point of view
may seem to others
gauche, taboo.
But leave them there,
stuck in their queue,
to gripe, complain,
and cry pooh-pooh.
Though you are inverted,
their hearts are askew.
So carry on!
Your dreams pursue!
And trust your soul
to know what is true,
for no one knows
the truth of you.

April Spills

March was parched, but April spills,
and floods its banks until it fills
up poetry’s valley to the hills.

And may you, out of winter’s chills,
be spun in circles and quadrilles.

The poem leads us where it wills.

The King of Beasts

The lion paces ’round his lair,
with restless eyes and mournful air.
He pauses briefly here, then there,
but never settles anywhere.

He growls and rumbles in despair,
lamenting that his den is bare,
equipped with neither throne nor chair
to rest his royal derriere!