Front Door Nester

Front Door Nester


It sat upon the front door light well made

Needing to move the roost before the eggs arrived


The human carried the empty nest to the barn

Settling it down on a rough hewn beam


Instructing the mother-to-be kindly yet firmly

To find a more convenient place for the children


Overnight the nester built a new grand liar

Straw and mud anchored to the same black lamp


Resigned she was allowed to stay as the human

Studied robin gestation and maiden flight


The doorway remained dark four weeks

Using the old porch door an inconvenience


Respectfully observed the babies arrived

Fed by a proper mother working full time


Feathers filled in on popping heads

Exposed wide mouths lusted for food


It would be a Friday the human surprised

Grieved the empty nest


TobeTT  #4

Almost Clean

Almost Clean


The old farmhouse windows painted shut

Wavy glass with four panes held together

By hardwood strips shedding white flakes


Air inside in measured climate

No breezes visit bringing a clean draft

Bugs enter through unnoticed cracks


It is the floor dust she ponders when

Making the queen bed each day

New showings of endless shades of gray


Occasionally vacuumed and always

Reached for to drop in the waste

Fuzzy clumps swept with a toe to grab


Where does this come from she demands

Out loud to no one but the house

Sealed windows are not talking


Not willing to ask friends generously

Blessed with cleaning ladies who

Work only with understandable motes


That she be judged for her corners

Queries to the old walls reflect not a

Concern for tidiness nor hygiene


It is her curious mind needing to solve

This mystery of immigrant fragments

If only to keep the house almost clean


Tobe TT  # 3

Spider Widow

Spider Widow


How often I told you things

All the time a running conversation

Out loud even when apart

We talked for twenty years, always


When the dog died we mourned

For she was our stream of consciousness

Wondering what she was doing and

Thinking of us, our dear mother


Then you died months later

Leaving me without a living creature

To volley my thoughts and observations

Creating a sudden halt to my being


There was no one to care the blue house

Had been painted green or sold or still there

That the neighbor’s cat visited our yard

While the crows watched from the maple


I have taken to sharing with window spiders

Who care little of my opinions

But keep their distance while I explain

The Universe as I see it


Tolerating my tearful moments

We have established a useful truce and

I must admit I appreciate the company

Their wisdom to allow me the stage


TobeTT  #2

Glassy-Winged Sharpshooter

Glassy-Winged Sharpshooter


Magical dragon easing translucent wings

On warm summer breezes

Allowing flora to breath while

Puffs of seeds whisper


But alas the winged sharpshooter

Holds little beauty bestowed

With dark beetle body

Suggesting an awkward dance


Without reverence for gardens

This leafhopper offers sticky goo

Painted on sweet red grapes

To ruin the Green Man’s wine


Tobe TT   #1

All Poets Eve

Wishing all an inspired Summer Solstice.  I look forward to sharing this experience and creative space with all of you.


Tobe in Vermont

a dozen will have to do

a dozen will have to do

I will cross the finish line

far behind all you folks

I was needed as Grandma

A most precious dear post


Twelve poems on the books

Though a true dozen short

Too late for the deadline

I am sad to report


Bravo to the poets

Who finished this task

Understand that I tried

Is all that I ask


Though my notebook’s half empty

No certificate here

Know the writing was healing

And I’lll see you next year







Winter complainers … up from the south #12

Winter complainers 

            up from the south

Needing to tell us

The cold is all wrong

And we must be crazy

To call this place home

Quick frankly I’m happy

Each year when they leave

Cold peace and quiet

Is all that I need

It’s hot where they’re going

They must keep the air cool

In their houses and autos

And maybe their pools

Our winters are warming

The skiers all know

Even at Christmas

We are missing some snow

Soon leaves will be turning

And bees stop their hum

We all will be grateful

For the leftover sun

Wave goodbye to the snowbirds

We’ll see you next spring

After snowdrifts and ice storms

You won’t miss a thing

SB #11


Samantha Bigby

Is an annoying child

With too many toes

And a big snoopy nose


Samantha Bigby

Orders every kid around

With her loose floppy lips

And wiggly blue hips


Samantha Bigby

Doesn’t like to share

Her orange head just so

Making sure you always know


Samantha Bigby

Pushes to the front

Poking meanly here and there

Cause she really doesn’t care


Samantha Bigby’s

Birthday was today

Purple candles brightly shone

As she sat there all alone

I care #10

I care

She passed on this day

Thirty-six years ago

I will remind no one

Only I seem to care


She let go on purpose

Testing them forever

Perhaps this time will work

Only I seem to care


Buried in a silver can

Their grief withheld

Maybe later they will sob

Only I seem to care


I wanted you to know

As a witness to my loss

And to tell her once more

Only I seem to care

Dogs like pink #9

Dogs like pink

Dogs like pink he tells me

After sixty-nine hard years

With several dogs I never knew this

He is young at seven


We hardly know each other

Three days will be a short visit

I work to join him in play

Making memories for our sake


Wait, Grandma, watch this

He taps the screen

Building his Minecraft world

Not understanding I smile


Daddy is allergic to cats

He begins to confide

Smiling as he looks up

From his blocky construction


Will I see this child married

Having his own babes

Who know things he will not

Asking him why