In the gold and scarlet morning the dogwood explodes into whiteness and the brindled cat stalks the red-breasted bluebird fallen from blossom to the spring-masked lawn
I'm a semi-retired lawyer and labor arbitrator, a resident of Deerfield, Illinois, a husband, father and grand- father. I'm also a poet, and that's what this blog is all about.
Emily Dickinson wrote, "inebriate of air am I/and debauchee of dew." She was a genius. I'm not. But I aspire.
I hope to post a poem a day.
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