Happy new year, Al!

Glad to see you're still writing.

And if you miss snow

Come to my hometown,

or Pittsburgh, where my school is-

there's plenty out here.

Meh. I just got back

from a wonderful week in

sunny Cancun, and

it's difficult to

get used to cold weather

now, but I have to.

these poems bring the reader into the moment, good, solid work.

lol, for the first one in this set.

I like the last verse, made ma laugh.

Interesting use

of the word "noisome." Did you

know it means "smelly"?

I can see the lights

like that from the Cathedral

It is beautiful.

Been thinking of home

a lot now that it's two weeks

until I go there...

Watch your syllables-

your very first line has six

or did you mean that? :)

I've started to wash

dishes since I started school

Not my fav'rite chore.

Organizing is

more fun, but you're right, it does

take a lot of time.

Again with the syll-

ables! "Glaciers" is three

when I read aloud.

But still beautiful...

I love watching stars at home

I knew their names, once.

And ev'ry cloud does

have a silver lining, if

it's only the moon. :)

Ah! Daffodils and

vi'lets remind me of home-

and bright red tulips

We always have flowers...

now I come to school, wjere the

only color's leaves

and the coat of arms

is flowers on Cathedral lawn

but I miss gardens.

Where is this place that

you remember from childhood?

Ah, to be so young

and to have your life

unfolding before you; when

I was little, I

knew exactly what

I wanted to do and be.

Everything made sense.

Really liked the 3rd Haiku from this set. In particular, the comparison of the dead tree to the bareness of winter appealed to me.

An odd turn of thought

for you, Al; it's not like you

to focus on death.

It ain't so dry here;

I got out my boots today,

and my umbrella.

I don't feel like post-

ing haiku right now...it hap-

pens to diaries.

Life so small, and yet

it can see the larger world

and encompass it

in thought-we still sail

by stars that may be long dead

What we see, is real

to us; the stars are

not themselves, but also re-

flect society.

Crazy little bug

who knows what a moth's thinking?

Certainly not I

What were you reading?

It must have been awesome, to

keep you up till five.

It sounds beautiful!

I can't see the sunset, ex-

cept from Cathedral.

Can you post pictures?

I miss those colors; all I

see are autumn leaves.