With stoney faced smirk,
the covert Russian Czar deploys,
his own trump card.
With stoney faced smirk,
the covert Russian Czar deploys,
his own trump card.
Hummingbirds and wife,
On the deck sharing dinner.
Ah, that’s the life!
It’s the week after “opening day” and time to get out fishing. I never go on opening day, way too crowded, too many non-fishers making their only appearance of the year. Hey, not that I don’t like fishing with others but unless it’s in a canoe, or a boat, I’d rather not be within rod length of each other. Crossed and tangled lines, limited drift, poor etiquette, all sap the enjoyment from the outing. But this weekend? Time to wet a fly, see who,s coming to dinner…
Bands of blue and purple,
Signs of winter’s brutal weather,
Have bruised the sky.
Tasting blood red, sweetness,
Seeing blue skin, bruising, crushing,
Grapes into wine.
One blood red drop
riveting against fallen snow –
Oh, first Cardinal