Category: Ronovan Writes

Sand flows, sets, fills, blowsWhere it sets, touches is lostMany say it’s life

Knock. Knock. Who’s there?We wait for the punchline prizeDad joke or Wait for it…the pause, prize and punchlineDad joke

a stainless steel grillleaning broken in the grassis summer over? grass stain on my kneevinegar as detergentgrandma’s remedy

August smilesdreaming on the decka fat cat’s life

September will risewhere the sky dividesjust the sun and moon Our June tomatoesdivided, potted and stakedrise to greet the day The student risesdeclaring enough! enough!learning long division

Two cups and five lanesthis Monday commute a beastall steam and caffeine Wondering what beastslive in this neighborhood lakemorning mist rising

The clock chiming springday and night play king and queensoft prayer of days

A friend on the paththrough the warm desert morningBorrego bunny

The sandhill craneeyes her breakfasta little green frog April landscapingmy husband eyes the ratioof sand to cement And Ron’s contribution: Eyes record momentsSands guard against wastefulnessBorn is history

Cooper’s hawk featherfound in the neighborhood parkthe March sky whispers Green goldfinch feathersbegin turning yellow nowSpring in a whisper