To Every Season

For Bill B:

Come summer, I long
For winter; in winter I
long once more for spring.
Come Autumn, I’m contented
But for everything dying.

Skat@2017

No, No, Nonet!

First one dove arrived,
then a pair joined the group–now
six more drop their poop
atop my fence and flop out
on the ground; I had to share.

skat@2017

I’m Sorry

Apologies to
all who’ve invited me to
challenges, I’m bad—
preoccupied, forgetful,
and Crow, the mic is downstairs.

skat@2017

Layup

At seven foot four
Yao Ming is more suited to
making a king bed
than I; he can reach mid-sheet,
but at least my feet will fit.

skat@2016

Cantankarous

Writing a tanka
sounds an easy thing to do,
but I’ve found, it’s not.
I’ve missed metaphor, simile*
and personi …see?

skat@2016

*too many syllables