elly from earth

E.E. Nobbs – poet

#haiku #mpy

Broken Tulip May 2017
broken tulip – photo by EE


why CT Scan
and/or MRI – not curious

#haiku #mpy #chronicillness


plastic tree
in the plastic tote
gets trimmed today

#haiku 🎄


last time someone’s
driven past the harbour —
geese turn and bob

#FuneralProcession #haiku

Plan: If you have been recently diagnosed with

rare conditions,
choose podcasts to expand
past the limited place — listen
for clues

#crapseycinquain #mpy #newstageinlife

hugs, coffees,
Saturday market sit-down
— 4 of us

#haiku  Nov 24 Chauffered by my sister, I finally (after being away for 3 months) got back to the Farmers Market to get eggs 🥚 and also re-join our informal coffee  group for a chat & togetherness . I’d been missing them and the ritual a lot.

wet snow – she shapes
a small ice-person, adds twigs
while taxi-waiting


10 Nov – When rain stopped, I managed to get myself out for a walk before dusk around harbour park and so glad I did. Very windy and a bit wild but I was dressed warmly:

Wind warning’s still on —
crows at the rookery crowd
there before dusk — refuse
to settle yet — too much fun
gust-winging it —


bagging dry leaves
from the basement window well
— taking away

#haiku #mpy #micropoem

after three years
suddenly the small-ish crow
with those white feathers
hangs back less, drops faster
to grab the peanut I throw

#tanka #mpy #friend 🥜


Last week my old Canon Powershot
started insisting all new photos
get time-stamped
at nine years (minus one month)
in the past.

#gogyohka http://www.writersdigest.com/whats-new/gogyohka-poetic-form

Last week my old
Canon Powershot decided
to time-stamp new photos
as nine years (minus
one month) in the past.

#tanka #mpy #TimeTravel

So very many things are not univocal – love, friendship, free will, most poetry, pain, perceptions, what a whale’s song means …



Increasing the Odds

To catch
a leaf for luck
check wind direction, speed,
walk near a tree, keep both hands free
– Look up

#CrapseyCinquin #cinquin #mpy #micropoem

Building a lean-to
in the woods, an ossature
of spruce boughs
until I feel my way through
this extended sick leave …

#tanka #WOTD #life

First hard frost
and morning’s still — leaves
drop straight down, but
still hard to catch.

#haiku  #good luck 🍁🍂


Less water!
– he says all the time
to me – 
When steaming Swiss Chard
more ullage!

#tanka #learningtocook #WordOfTheDay


younger faces
— sometimes hard to tell

#haiku #senryu #mpy

all sky-blue mugs
warm ground-browns decor —
dark roast delight

#haiku #senryu #mpy

she draws blood

carefully and kindly , “all done!”

— nurse artist

in the right direction
fast overhead

#haiku #morningwalk – oct 10

pink specks at leaf tips
mom’s old christmas cactus
bud-covered again

in the red pot —
the last ragged pansy blooms 
by the doorstep


new white mushroom
beneath the bird feeder, feeds
on wet seed hulls

old tree roots
hanging from the bank
— the river gloats


white clover blossoms

are shriveling in the heat

— the small bee frets


#haiku #loss

🐝☀️ #haiku #mpy #loss


young crow learns 
to crack peanut shells
— caws about it

#haiku #lookatme

Clumps of day-lilies …
little kids at summer camp
in orange T-shirts.



Ten starlings graze slowly

like cows among the contours

of low buttercup blooms

in the mowed grass.



summer flowers snag
wet-wipes used to de-germ
shopping cart handles

#NationalWritingDay #banplastic #haiku #mpy


thinning radish this
extra quiet morning — inflamed
Eustachian tubes 🌱🌾🌿🎋

#haiku #mpy #SeasonalAllergies #gardening


The red-winged blackbird
Dive-bombs the crow who carries
On with her business
So I’ll do the same in spite
Of sunny day nasal congestion

#poem #tanka #distractions 🤧

The crabapple tree

must’ve been covered with blooms

last weekend – today

drops petals in rain, its show

gone unseen in this courtyard.



If giraffes could fly
would they fold
their necks
like blue herons do
or keep them straight
like flamingos?

#tanka #mpy #imagine


cirrus streaks, high

gull circles, pickaboo

moon against

3 pm blue


blue jay winging
like the wooden whirligigs
Chester made

#haiku #mpy #memory #birds


small dogs hide

easily behind cushions

and dream bushes


no grandkids,

no pets, retirement nears —

no good reason

but fear responding

to poetry prompts



green tea

sunny windowsill

— blue mug


tree-top robins’

operatic warm-ups

— I can’t compete


fewer friends

on facebook, but

more birdsong;

waiting by the door

to see anyone


small dogs walked

before work, and crows covered

with frost — heads, backs

and wings — they all watch me

— some icy spots still


like packets of bytes

squirrels race along wires

but slower than facebook

like packets of bytes —

squirrels race along power lines,

me on facebook threads


Two ravens walking,

graze like cows but don’t swallow;

hold with their beaks

huge wads of last year’s dead grass

— fly off side by side, decided.

February 2018  https://www.facebook.com/notes/nahaiwrimo/february-2018-daily-writing-prompts/1760640614001012/+

Assorted buttons
in the round candy tin.
Mom’s 20 years gone.

prompt = button jewelry


colour vision –

are eyeballs filled with

rainbow jello?

prompt = rainbow jello


Earth’s “primordial
soup”: Life’s first stirring
4 billion years ago

prompt = homemade soup


out walking —

the only hat with no pom-pom

is mine

prompt = dressing up


the race for bed, toes
find the hot water bottle
— old farmhouse


There’s a reason

her raisin butter tarts

are squares.

prompt = fruit pies


First thing every day –
“they” say – a cold shower
does wonders!

#NaHaiWriMo #mpy #whatthebeauticiantoldme prompt = first frost


After my first joke

her frosty response

froze my tongue

prompt = first frost


 their appetite
for peanuts in the shell
— my new crow friends
prompt = appetizer


on a small ice floe
rocking slowly
— sitting gulls

  prompt = a gentle rocking motion


Icy sidewalks
are like washboards today:
Be Careful!

#NaHaiWriMo #mpy #haiku prompt = rub a dub washboard


We don’t drive
the car all winter. No salt
to wash off!

prompt = washing the car



“chickadee dee dee”

but their other call’s “Hey Sweetie”

prompt = chickadee


yes we have

no daffodils today

just bananas


(prompt: daffodils in the breeze)


under bright lights

— her shiny hair

like blackstrap molasses


prompt = pulling taffy


so many stars

in spite of streetlights

— even the Pleiades


A tight squeeze
for me & my knapsack
– corner store aisles

#NaHaiWriMo #mpy #senryu prompt = corner store


looking for
lost marbles in her
low mood


picking up lost marbles

in my dream

— a Black Hole

finding planets

prompt = the button of a baseball cap


Granny’d pour grape juice
into wee cups
for church– I’d watch
from the doorway

Welch’s Grape Juice


so Methodists

could avoid communion




prompt = pilsner glasses


new snow before
notes are composed
(blank song sheet)

prompt = Indian cotton shirts (which I misread as “sheets” 🙂


falling snowflakes

melt on bare palms

— boots slip on ice

prompt = beat the heat


print-outs of j-

pegs of

pastel crayon

paintings of cats by my


prompt = paint box


red Tesla —

suited up, seat-belt on —

are you coming or going?

prompt = wrapped in a quilt, watching a meteor shower



Mowing through sheets
of rows and columns:
one spreadsheet error!

#NaHaiWriMo #senryu #mpy prompt = cutting the lawn


Kate’s calm voice:

“Let me tell you a story”

— Clarksworld’s podcast

at bedtime

prompt = listening to the radio


Cold  walks in snow
Are good for me
So is plain
Cottage cheese

prompt = cream cheese with chives


white flowers

(smelling sweet like jasmine)

make 2 seeds (beans)

each ripe “cherry”

prompt = Turkish coffee


wash dishes, sweep floors:

chores are the railway ties

for life’s train


biting into energy

bars she

buys on the sly

prompt = biting into a Taco

January 2018

small dog stops, pees:
her beard flaps to the sou’west
in blowing snow

#whatIsawthismorning #Schnauzer #haiku

December 2017

Pre-Ground-Freeze-Up Day:

The eerie silence
of newly planted
tall driveway markers,
waiting to deflect
snowplows away from
lawns and garages.

#poem #CanadianWinter #SyllabicVerse


late-fall parsnips,
deep-rooted —
dug up
just in

❄️☃️ 👩‍🌾 #mpy #haiku #micropoem #winter #gardening #frost

last week’s green tea
leftover in mug — mis-sipped
this morning


dead leaves blown
into the porch’s corner,
piled there —
crinkled thoughts

Flip phone photo by EEN – click on it …

#mpy #autumn #haiku #memories #time #chance


one bumblebee left
clinging to late purple flowers
— the big Queen

#haiku #autumn #rosemary

look before they’re gone:
the burning bush’s tiny fruitS
are tawny.

click to enlarge – photo by EE Nobbs

#autumn #mpy #micropoem

In the still woods
lost under fallen beech leaves
— footpaths


night-torn web,
the spider weeps
as she spins again
 — dew drops

south wind all day,
fruit from rowan trees drop —
odd-orange sun sets
(the colour of wildfires), slips
under flat, smoke-grey clouds

smoke from wildfires – Discover Magazine


green spaces
where crickets stridulate
with tegmens: combs
and scrapers in stereo
with the sound-box sky

#tanka #mpy #poem #August


two sun-warmed water bugs
bounce off each other’s
ripples like a 3D water
vapour molecules animation

or ?

two sun-warmed bugs on top of a pond
bounce off each other’s ripples
like vapourized molecules
of H2O who refuse
to slow dance
molecules transitioned to vapour

July 2017

the molting crow
with tail holes, miscalculates
— nose-landing

community gardens –
new immigrant asks how
to pick
a strawberry

#haiku #mpy #summer #poem

June 2017

the poplar grove
the red-winged blackbird and
the lone buttercup
are all scolding me


using his jackknife
the single-use water bottle
becomes a rose vase 🌹🌹


Pony Tail
oooo Elastic Band
oooooooo Wrapped Twice ~~
Kid Again

#SummerSolstice #gratitude #mpy #haiku

radish seeds 
and the world roll,
but parsnip ones
are flat

#gardening #haiku #mpy #shapes

crabapple trees
show off peacock tails –
hot-pink petals

#poem #mpy

May 2017

the yellow tulip
with reds like a rising blush,
mixed emotions

 #morning #beauty

my beak

turns in spring
from black to yellow, and
though my voice
is shrill and squawky,
still, you really ought
to see me
as a magic singing

#commonstarling  #ode

not someone’s dog
long stretch and splay on the mossy lawn
at sunset, pelted
and free
wildlife in the city
“The Fox”
(what I saw last evening)

April 2017

let us see
who first sees
a bumblebee

#mpy #haiku #spring

grackles think
burst balloon scraps
might be worms

#balloons #garbage #birds #danger #mpy #poem #spring

March 2017

High tide smashes harbour pack ice
— my boot,
the frozen crust
of a puddle.

iron stakes to guide snow-plows
— one more storm

#haiku #morningwalkonboardwalk #notquitespring

February 2017

January 2017


sidewalk snowblower —-

like white cake from a pan

——-row lifted cleanly


Hopeful mother
called it a dry sense
of humour.


December 2016

Dusk – New Year’s Eve

Say if
leafless trees are
tweezers to place slivers
of new moons and glass shards of stars
in space.



[An Adelaide Crapsey Cinquain]

Image may contain: tree, sky, night, plant and outdoor
photo by EE Nobbs


I tweeted my poem;
You read it —
Quid Pro Quo

worm gently
anesthetized — earthly
remains tagged

#Dave #mpy #haiku #earthworm #micropoem


squirrels bury acorns —
until the wheelbarrow broke
we planted

in this gale
careening crows &
wrenched-off leaves
— Eschering


His disappointment
at finding no filling, just air
— Apple Fritter

#coffeeshop #SaturdayDrive #donuts

□ I am not a #robot

— the declaration we make
when we sign up
for #newsletters on-line;

yes, but …

#micropoetry #truth #poem

dusk — young moon hangs,
toddler escapes from a hand,
harbour terns plunge-dive



late-summer flings, field
flower-kids, long wavy skirts —
grasshoppers winging

grasshopper winging

flower child

10 am, face-down,
white moon sets — I’m now 60
what’s next?

Almost Sixty

Squirrels don’t care
when humans say
chipmunks are cuter.

People over sixty
are squirrels
— I figure.


~~ That big cloud above our heads ~~
You say it’s the size
of this small city

#ItDoesNotLookThatBigToMe #haiku

Aug 3 – prompt = prayer

cupped hands, smiles —
freshly picked ripe raspberries
shared with co-workers


Shepherd’s Purse
in bloom on a breezy day, plays
with the pint-sized pup


most grasshoppers
don’t need to land
as precisely
as most airplanes


white clover
in bloom — of course bees
have noses

July 7 prompt: LIZARD

lizards don’t chatter
or have that much hair
so that’s a chipmunk





those writing
novels don’t reply
to emails




low-tide herons
hold the waiting pose
— yoga class


June 18: OH THE SMELL!



windy hilltop
large orange butterfly sails
by — father’s day

Actually for Father’s Day on June 19. Drive to Bonshaw Prov Park. Probably a viceroy.


=====here’s a ladder —
== trapped in my sink,
a large spider


fox ignores

crow, 2 days dead

— first poppies unfold,



June 11: IN A BOOK


bees U-picking

blueberry blossoms bring

their own baskets


mental videos —

bumblebees pollinating blueberries



June 5: GREEN


June 3: GALLOP


June 1: BRIDLE

promote action,
including new hypotheses.



May 26- prompt is “naive”

courses cost
lots. Results vary.


May 25- prompt is “opaque”

are dangerous
— nobody knows better

May 24- prompt is “pluck”


With paper I
mailed someone
a good poem but didn’t see
that the last line
got orphaned
on the second page —
will they notice?

May 22- prompt is “quinoa”

the colour of cooked
red quinoa —
the hare
crosses the road


colour of cooked

red quinoa, bubbling past me

— the hare

David Lynch & Quinoa video

May 22- prompt is “rash”

grass rash, erupting
leaves all over – Earth’s
spring skin allergies

May 21- prompt is “sweat”

May 20- prompt is “truth”

May 19- prompt is “umbrella”

tree leaves, hanging
out to dry– the world’s newly
3/4’s green

May 18- prompt is “verbose”

May 17- prompt is “wave”

May 16- prompt is “xyst”

red clay road
walking through old woods
— xyst dream

May 15- prompt is “yoghurt”

May 14- prompt is “zoom”

care-less gray cat basks
on left-lane sunny asphalt
— drivers swerve

May 13- prompt is “alibi”

why on earth
didn’t she go — her mom’s

May 12- prompt is “bamboo”
chop sticks
take practice — 25 years
May 11- prompt is “curious”
Exposed at low tide
the crow feasts on something
slimy and featureless
I can’t identify – a sea slug?
What will I find?
alternate version after suggestion from a friend re using “memory” in last line :
A green, featureless
small thing exposed by the tide
— a feast for that crow;
I stare at it — a sea slug?
some memory?

May 10- prompt is “diaphanous”

dandelion clocks

cover all the field’s slopes

hat-less grey locks

May 8- prompt is “flip-flop”

two bee larvae
starve when I knock
off one willow blossom’s pollen,
bagging plastic litter from a ditch
— cosmic laws of balance

May 7- prompt is “gush”

buds gush
from twigs, creating
stars ignite

May 6- prompt is “homesick”

May 5- prompt is “indigo”

Indigofera‘s “blue
gold” then BASF’s patent
and blue jeans

I had no idea of the history.

May 4- Prompt is “juggernaut”

ink pot, stoneware,
low spring-tide exposed, silt-filled
—words long gone

Tides explained.


May 3- prompt is “kid”

May 2- prompt is Labour

you made it cozy (new
shingles, paint) but I wanted
to move — old photos

May 1- prompt is “may”

there’s no smell (you say)
from the sprig of May flowers
in the blue mug



April 30 is LAUGHTER

the script calls for laughter —
she gives us the glorious
crash of big surf

Christine Baranski laugh

April 29 is HAPPY HOUR

April 28 is DELICIOUS.


“you’ve got email”
the hypnagogic tab flickers …
wake-up vision

April 26 is PRISTINE

April 25 is STORMY

April 24 is the COLORS

the colours she wears,
last fall’s de-chlorophylled leaves
— except for the socks

April 23 is SERPENTINE

mine has a snake
leaving Lear’s limerick
because of a flute

Poem in a Pocket Day

Limerick: There was an Old Man with a Flute


April 21 is PECULIAR

dormant buds, no;
drastic birdsong, walking
disconnect, here —


she’s still

in thrall

to her

last cat

April 19 is EARTHQUAKE.

plough shears
are plate tectonics & Richter scales
to earthworms

April 18 is FIRE

April 17 is VOLCANO.

April 16 is GORGE.

April 15 is WATERFALL

April 14 is CREEK


April 12 is MEAGER

April 11 is GLITTERING

April 10 is PRICKLY

… would small birds exist
if there were no trees
with sharp needles or thorns …

The prompt for April 9 is MELODIC

a lone albatross glides
and like a guitar pick strums
high air streams
over oceans, makes
low but very long sound waves

April 8 is ABANDONED.

April 7 is ICY or ICILY or World Health Day


8 legged and black
she pretends to be a spot
on the linoleum
but hedges her bets, knows
I won’t knowingly step on her

The prompt for April 5 is FOREST.

Pine tree needles tickle
the wind today—making it roar
like big waves breaking
against the arc
of a shore.

April 3 is HIGH COUNTRY.


pull out the Timothy stalk
past its “short, blunt ligule”
— chew on the base

image from Project Noah

more about T. grass

timothy grass haiku

April 1: BEACH.

the crow flies off
with  the leftover fish fillet
and the smell of it

Your March 31 prompt is: METICULOUS

Your March 30 prompt is: LYRICS

Your March 29 prompt is: DOOM (what a verb that is!)

Your March 28 prompt is: GONE not present : no longer at a place: no longer existing: no longer living

our dead dad comes back
from around some wall, he’s
glad, me too and we hug
I recall, understanding
— see his hair’s still black

Your March 27 prompt is: ALMOST

Your March 26 prompt is: GASTRONOMIC

under pine trees,
along an urban fox’s route
— a crow’s head

Your March 25th prompt is: TWEET

Tightly-veed —
The pigeon
Speeds in wind
Like a fighter jet

Your March 24 prompt is: METAPHYSICS the branch of philosophy that deals with the first principles of things, including abstract concepts such as being, knowing, substance, cause, identity, time, and space..

heavy with atoms
smooth and black, for years the stone
keeps me company

from Lion’s Roar -Leading neuroscientists and Buddhists agree: “Consciousness is everywhere”

Your March 23 prompt is: EARTHY

Your March 22 prompt is: COSMIC of or relating to the universe or cosmos…

not until sunset
do I remember the date
yet my heart now
aches as I think of you

R.I.P. Mom

Your March 21 prompt is: INCOMPLETE

you don’t email —

I walk a new route at lunch

see school kids play

Your prompt for March 20 is: ELEGIAC (especially of a work of art) having a mournful quality.

blue bags on the verge
don’t know how many volumes
hard covers cut off
with an x-acto knife
outdated knowledge – ink
on paper, rev. 1958

Your prompt for March 19 is: MADNESS

Your March 18 prompt is: ATTRITION he action or process of gradually reducing the strength or effectiveness of someone or something through sustained attack or pressure.

Your March 17 prompt is: CRACKER

Your Prompt for March 16 is: RESIDUE

Your Prompt for March 15 is: IRREGULAR

Your March 14 prompt is: INTIMATE

Your March 13 MURKY

watching The Good Wife
on Netflix — I feel dull, slow
and glad to be so

March 12 prompt is: ORGANIC

two chimpanzees
holding hands and the heights
of old trees

Your March 11 prompt is: HIERARCHY

March 10 prompt is: ABSOLUTE

It quacks duck-like
and you haven’t answered
my last nine emails

March 9 Prompt is: SPATIAL of or relating to space

my brain is a curled cat,
there’s ice and not enough grit
on the boardwalk

Your March 8 prompt is: IMPERMANENT

pomanders smell
clove-ish, last forever —
online poetry groups don’t

Your March 7 prompt is: SECLUSION
sunshine hits
xxxxthe old recliner chair
xxxxxxxxxxxin the new house —
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxI note the time
 Additional inspiration from epistemic 

Your March 6 prompt is: FREETHINKER a person who rejects accepted opinions.

 Your March 5 prompt is: CATALYST a person or thing that precipitates an event.

our thoughts make us
who we are — our only chance
is gratitude

 Your March 4 prompt is: EXTINCT

friendships erode
and/or keep changing course —
frozen metaphors?

Your March 3 prompt is: GESTALT an organized whole that is perceived as more than the sum of its parts.

gull conga-lines
reel over ice floes at sunset
— day’s last dance

Your March 2 Prompt is: TRUCULENT Truculent eager or quick to argue or fight; aggressively defiant.:

my brain is a curled cat
there’s ice and not enough grit
on the boardwalk

Your March 1 Prompt is: METADATA Metadata is data that describes other data. Meta is a prefix that in most information technology usages means “an underlying definition or description.” Been in the news a lot lately, but the word itself fascinates me. Enjoy.

more grey hair
smile less automatic
eyes softer —
her life’s metadata

February 29 writing prompt: ZYZZYVA (a genus of tropical American palm weevil, the last word in many English dictionaries, and the last word in NaHaiWriMo’s two-year odyssey through 790 daily alphabetical writing prompts using all the letters of the English alphabet).

February 28 writing prompt: ZYDECO (a Louisiana musical genre that blends blues, R&B, and indigenous music).

unleashed, two dogs
rock n’roll in snow
— their own zydeco band

February 27 writing prompt: ZWIEBACK (a type of cracker or hard bread).

one block away
the world at his small store
— sells me new crop olives

February 26 writing prompt: ZUCCHINI.

“…nursing a zucchini
…the size of a small child”
— novel image

Note: The Unlikely Pilgrimage of Harold Fry

February 25 writing prompt: ZOO or ZOOKEEPER or ZOOLOGICAL.

No cat or dog
Anymore —Just you, me
And that house-fly

February 24 writing prompt: ZONE.

grey pincer-shaped clouds
crawl across
pale blue, squeeze a sun-dog
… snow by noon

Example of pareidolia .

February 22 writing prompt: ZODIAC.

February 23 writing prompt: ZOMBIE.

half submerged
harbour grey rip rap, or —
ducks, their heads
under wings

February 21 writing prompt: ZITHER.

That man’s just bought
a used guitar
— I used to sing, remember?

February 20 writing prompt: ZIT.

Hickeys include
pimples — but that’s not all
I learned.

February 19 writing prompt: ZIRCONIUM.

French fries squashed
into restaurant carpets —
Would linoleum work better?

February 18  writing prompt: Zip/ Zipper

murder at dusk  —
====crows intertwine with trees
in the grove
====like a zipper

February 17 writing prompt: Zinnia

We had a cow
named Buttercup
— but no Zinnia.

February 16 writing prompt: Zinger

moving houses —
we do some verbal sparring or
else we’d pop

February 15 writing prompt: ZINFANDEL

Call me Zinf

Andel — a new story


Feb 14 writing prompt ZINC

Time corrodes
but galvanized pails
take longer

February 13 writing prompt: ZIG ZAG

zig zag stitches on hems

— dreams unravel,

leave us naked

February 12 writing prompt: ZEUGMA (a Western term for a word that has a meaning with what comes before and after…  Explained more here (with examples).

I tweet haiku —

finches at backyard feeders

have their own reasons

February 11  writing prompt: ZEST.

recipe calls for zest, find

piled lemons at store

— imploding galaxy

February 10 writing prompt: ZERO.

using Ø helps

differentiate from O

— is there an app for that?



Note: Some of the issues. 

February 9 writing prompt: ZEPPELIN.

Why on Earth

are olive pits shaped


February 8 writing prompt: ZEPHYR (a gentle breeze).

lost in the sky, years later

sea turtles choke

— yellow balloons

Note: balloons

reading Basho’s Narrow Road
on my recumbent bike
in the breezeless basement
between snow storms
the Monkey Year starts

February 7  writing prompt: ZENITH

raise arms

intertwine fingers, turn

palms up — give  back

to the sky

Note: with Mimi

February 6 writing prompt: ZEITGEIST (the defining spirit or mood for a particular historical period or location).

Dalai Lami looking good on You-Tube,
Hi-Res & [Eng-Subs]
—I re-tweet

Note: New Year’s Message DL

Feb 5  ZED / ZEE (the letter itself).

           I’ve just realized

how z could be hammered smooth

—    to make “realised”.

Mom says “Why’s a crooked letter

—–& you can’t straighten it

—So, why not Z?

=======—house on windy hilltop

==== —he adds diagonal studs

to brace walls

Feb 4   zebra

Equus quagga are black
where melanocytes turned on
— white where off

Feb 3   zeal/zealot/zealous

she’s got no zeal

for writing about anything

besides crows

Feb 2  zazen (meditation)

black-robed corvids blink,

do zazens on bare branches

— walking by, I bow

Feb 1   zap

clinging together

mismatched socks from the dryer

zap opposers