From a course I'm taking, "The Art of Paying Attention"

Grateful Kittens

The sky is full of steel-wool clouds

Filled I am bemoaning, with buckets of rain

Until I notice my parched pussy willow tree

Her arms raised beseechingly to the heavens;

We have not had rain, not really, once this Spring …

Thanks to Buddha Moscowitz - poet extraordinaire over at the Poetic Asides site, more commonly referred to as the "street" by those of us who have been penning our verses there for several years now (and elsewhere - PA's is just one of our haunts) - but, thanks to Buddha, we now have a place to go and read our stuff out loud over the Internet ... how cool is that?

For those interested in tuning into these offerings - go to www.virtualpoetryreading.com  - it's a rare treat to hear the voices of the poets whose work you've grown to love ...

Moon over Trees Scratching the Sky
That night, Luna was nearer earth
Than ever she had been in decades
Or would be again for more than that

All of nature seemed to pay homage
The wind dropped to a whisper
The sky changed to a royal cerulean


And the trees, bare with winter chill
Fuzzed lacy patterns with branches delicate
And trunks sturdy enough to stand tall

The earth saluted Luna in simple terms
Accepting her reflected silver light
As her natural due, a gift that did her proud.