night walk

the chill air laps at noses
and it slobbers on paws
and there, a silver sliver moon
during our evening walk

icy puddles shine like diamonds
the ‘don’t-walk-here’ mirror
an owl hoots nearby
come here, come here

the shush-shush of snow on boots
and the sound of passing cars
me: you’re barking at nothing!

no–we’re barking at the stars!


hah. I’m proud of my little sketch. I’m trying to get better. Bought some watercolor supplies the other day.
January almost done! I hope you all have a great week!

AJM

once again cold and tired

I feel old
like creaky leather
an ancient crone
in freezing weather

tomorrow’s Monday
another battle
snow in the forecast
hear my bones a’ rattle

I feel all dried up
earth turned to dust
like a beat-up car
that’s begun to rust

the world has tipped
and warmth is lost
winter bites with hunger
and drools with frost


I was not made for a world of snow and ice. My feet freeze and I need sunshine. If it weren’t for family, I’d live near a beach somewhere. I hope you are all well.

AJM

February thoughts

the second week of February
hit me pretty hard
I’m low on serotonin
scraping ice off my car

the winter wind
is biting at my face
as we try to stay warm
to insulate our place

the heat bill is so high
we’ll have to sell a kidney
just to pay are rent
(I’m really not kidding)

then in world news
a president breaking laws
an ignorant population
who can’t see his flaws

I’m struggling to stay awake
’cause I don’t really sleep
to wake up from this nightmare
watch the promises he keeps

snow melts and freezes
the road goes black to white
I’m on the sofa sneezing
will anyone stand and fight?

Walking The Dogs On a Snowy Evening

Whose yard is this? The dogs. (I know)
They both like it covered with snow
And lake-like puddles on the ground
And squishy grass that’s hard to mow

They will chew their sticks to the sound
Of wind blowing their ears around
With snow that bites with winterโ€™s chill
They chew, oh — another stick found!

And the dogs always get a thrill
Smelling bunnies and things to kill
Noses to the ground, at my side
They sniff until the world grows still

The yard is icy, cold and wide
And I continue to abide
Please, it is time to go inside
Please, it is time to go inside


This poem is inspired by Robert Frost’s Stopping By Woods on a Snowy Evening, but obviously with a less serious and sillier theme. I had the pattern of this poem in my head while out walking the dog one evening and I thought it might be fun to play around.

Wishing everyone a meaningful Martin Luther King Jr. Day.

If you’ve liked what you’ve read, check out my poetry book, Walking in Cemeteries available for purchase here.

The Basketballs

To the person who left
An old, deflated basketball
In your back yard

To Mother Nature
Who picked it up
Carried it to the next house
Then the next
Until it rested on a muddy bank
That belonged

To a chocolate lab
Who rescued it
Claimed it
As his own

To the countless hours
Through rain, snow, dust and sunlight
Spent catching, jumping
and loving this half-deflated
Junk that no one else wanted

To the person
Who thought that deflated
Meant not useful enough
Who tossed it aside

To the universe who knew
That a chocolate lab needed it

To the water
That brought it
where it needed to be

To Koda who
Loves, loves, loves
His first, dirty, lumpy basketball
That the universe gifted him another

To the universe
Who knew that a chocolate lab
(and their human)
Would spend countless hours in the yard
Playing, catching and listening

To the universe
Who knew that two, lumpy, half-deflated basketballs meant
More fresh air, more exercise, a friend and friends

To the basketballs
who often sit on our front porch
Lovingly named “Outside Balls”

Thank you

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For more of Koda, our chocolate lab, you can follow him on instagram @kodabear_thebud.

New Posts/Poems Coming Every Monday!

Once upon a time, there was a dog who fell in love with a basketball.

He found it one stormy, November day floating in the stream behind his house and claimed it as his own.

Then, for the next nine months, he carried it around the yard everywhere with him. On walks…to go pee…to sniff in the stream for frogs and tasty bits of grass.

…for more on Koda’s basketball, tune in next Monday for a new poem! ๐Ÿ™‚