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Missouri sky in Oregon
Missouri sky in Oregon
today the blue-purple-gray clouds
actually drop rain, as their appearance
had hinted to a Midwesterner
that they might
fierce winter sunrise
haiku
fierce winter sunrise
burnt-orange horizon fading
from Sol’s red anger
new TV and movies
for all the wham and zap
bodies skewered and blown apart
colors dazzling the watcher’s vision
recently i find i am happier reading
now the times of gray
haiku
now the times of gray
seep into tender pearl green
harbingers of spring
as ringmaster sleeps
haiku
as ringmaster sleeps
lion, roaring, pads the tent
kid’s balloon quivers
cruise crew
cruise crew
two beautiful daughters
one bright, lovely granddaughter
and old me, again at table
delighting in fine food
looking forward to dessert
and as close to a round of cribbage
and granddaughter’s time
before work will allow
laughing, teasing, giggling
venting our dismay with our government’s sneering at law
and limitations of power
and the local physical and world-
wide harm being caused
but mostly warming to the loving
support and enjoyment we give
to each other
priceless
and deeply valued
penguins
penguins, flightless, swim
in ‘rafts’ of numerous fellow creatures
so individuals survive
seals, whales, sea predators
overwhelmed by numbers
alone, each would be a quick snack
on land, they slide on their bellies
or walk upright awkwardly
causing a group to be called
a ‘waddle’
fascinating ‘little men in tuxedos’
some are four feet tall, other tiny
and all but unknown until only
two and a half centuries ago
missing the stars
haiku
missing the stars bright
in velvet black clear night sky
so many man-made lights
Mt. Jefferson
Mount Jefferson has hidden
all this time because i was not
giving credit to its being
fifty some miles south of Hood
but yesterday, bright sunshine
was adding luster to its snow cap
and it rose up on my horizon
out of hiding, proud and glorious
falter, new me
falter, stumble, trip
over a crease in the rug
a crack in the sidewalk
a brush with a passerby
or wind-sweep of a standing tree
mere nothing
and yet enough to know
i am unsteady, vulnerable
where once i dashed
from place to place
over furrowed ground
or rock and sandy beach
i am new to me
someone i need to learn
to respect as i am
frustrated packrat
packrat who threw away
just what i need now
only months ago
after ‘saving’ files for decades
arghhhh
bind the moon
haiku
purple cloud stripes cross
pearl-white and rill-shadowed moon
tied to earth's night sky
colorful European facades
European homes
share walls, but build own façades
close line narrow streets
slanted sun highlights
plastered beige, yellow-white, taupe now blued with first night
mjNordgren 1/1/2026 Rome
inMarseilles harbor
at sunset, tern wheels
white underwing lights burst-orange
tilts, low wing glows gold

