My second book of poetry is available in Kindle version (on Amazon) and in paperback everywhere (you may have to order it at brick and mortar shops). This one is just poems and continues the contemplative, observational, calming, style of Conditions.

Also available in other formats on Smashwords.com (10/10/13).

Of course you can preview on Amazon, but here are a couple further into the book:

Little Bird

Little bird, where do you go

When the rain beats down

And the wind does howl and blow?

 

It can’t be far; you’re always out

As soon as the sun

Returns and the kids begin to shout.

 

Your tiny voice is so very loud;

When you leave there’s silence.

So I’m happy to see a break in cloud,

 

Knowing you’ll soon be back!

Passed By

It’s coming!

Wind picking up, gusting, cool.

Clouds piling up, darkening.

The birds excited, racing about.

Thunder rumbling, deep and throaty,

Still distant.

It’s coming!

The wind swirls; you almost

Taste the rain coming.

The trees bend and sway

As the thunder comes closer

And the birds disappear.

It’s coming!

A patch of blue?

The clouds streaming by, breaking up

Thunder less distinct

Wind suddenly weaker

Where’d it go?

Passed us by.

The Bog

 Limpid pools of dark oily water

Call with enchantment strong

As magic can be.

Frogs skitter at the edges

Disturbed by boys’ silent noisy progress.

Muck sucks joyously

At sneakers filling them

With sulfurous black goo.

Spiders hang dangerously close

To the surface, barely visible

In the mystic gloom.

Treasures lurk just below the surface –

Beer cans, half their labels dissolved,

Husks of bottle rockets, and even,

To the lucky, a mud-sodden baseball.

Mom won’t like the treasures

Or the pieces of bog

Tenaciously carried home.

But nothing she says can stay the lure

Of the dim, smelly, bog.