Alaskan & Western Reflections

Published: http://deadsnakes.blogspot.com/2016/01/jerry-dale-mcdonnell-three-poems.htm                                      by                       Jerry Dale McDonnell After a whiff of spring Snow slipped in. Don't tell anyone the treasure Is still there, lying bare. Yesterday it smelled Like woods’ walking. The martin resting on a log, giving Me a wink, bear awake, ridge riding. Eagle not taking wing as I glide by. The seals have returned to the bays. From the tree top Porcupine faking sad. On this spring day of sundry sun my Skis also seek a fool like me and bide me go. The treasure remains. Someone left the Vault door open for the pauper price of sweat. I will glide and stroke, Avoiding the overflow, Up the Taiya River along the famous Chilkoot Trail where thousands of Fabulous fools brought their quixotic Dreams in a poke leaving a few fingers And toes and lives and hope

  by Jerry Dale McDonnell        Published:   http://deadsnakes.blogspot.com/2016/01/jerry-dale-mcdonnell-three-poems.html Bohemian Waxwings swarm the crag apple tree like agitated political sign holders on the corner. Crab apple drunk on staggering wings, they slam into the window before flying off flittering in screaming panicked flocks. A neighbor listens to talk radio, cursing the air. I sip wine and wait for tomorrow. On television Mr. Rogers could   only be replaced by a cartoon.