Author Archives: Puff Of Smoke Poems

All night snow
throws itself
into the headlights
dashes hard
towards grille and glass
We squint and curse
its mad determined drive

By morning exhausted
snow has fallen
asleep its last trick to
knit its own soft blanket
then turned tender snow
pulls itself close over the
car’s cold shoulder

by one tough teen critic
unimpressed with the latest
ParanormalRomanceSeries
soon to be
a MajorMotionPicture
“I know it’s a fantasy,” she said.
“But I thought it would be more realistic.”

Starbucks got the idea
from observing this fact
some days are built
for sips of
the elegant
small and strong
Espresso, Haiku.

Other days
for huge gulped
sweet swallows
Venti Macchiato, Russian Novels.

in the snowy yard
one mouse-colored mouse-sized leaf
jitters in the wind

so many layers
snow over ice over-head
cozy winter house

would be simpler
to embrace if only
I knew it was coming
which defies the very
Definition
of Unexpected. Some
days cannot be shoved
in the direction you
planned no matter
Instead I was home
to see how light plays across weekday walls
watch through a Thursday window how
squirrel’s mad treetop dash triggered
tumbling snow from every branch
flurious miniature blizzard now a
crow tries floured snow rises in a cloud
around him and I was here to see.

No matter how late for work
Stop every morning
beneath the dark lace
of your branches
to check on the sky
All three of us
moon tree woman
as still as a diorama
And the diorama
could be titled
Winter Dark or
Get In The Car Already but
just yesterday it changed to
Look, the Sky
Is Lightening

Breathe.
Again. Breathe is spelled like
Spring Breeze. Breathe is spelled
like Deep Sleep Cotton Sheets.
Breathe is spelled Turn
Your Face To
The Sun.
Imitate a flower if
you forget this spelling.
Breathe every day to
remind this body how.
Breathe to remember—
Oh, what was it? The
Present Moment.
That was it. Gone.
but
wait
here is
another.

Pale pink chiffon clouds
tossed anywhere across the sky
luminous party girl
traipsing home
tired and happy, trailing
soft pink fur, feathered boas
soft sound as they fall and
shake the world awake
on her way to bed.

He favors
polite insistent taps on the shoulder
like a gruff and rumpled old boss
reminding the underling,
Tend to Priorities.
Close the book you’re reading.
Reading is not the appropriate
Use of time
being
as it is
Unconcerned
with the Feline.
Focus
on the bottom line.
Attend to what matters
Petting.
Only that.
Be here now.