Muire ... Golden Hour - By Dan'l MclLhenny  

We traveled out a dirt rut road 

Amid throws of golden hour 

September woods rapt a glow 

Showing off this Sunday evenings blend 

Where nature shares her fertile luscious goods 

Along a winding half a mile drive 

  

Every turn another snapshot 

Squeezed into our willing minds 

Beauty… carpe diem finds 

A lucky guess, we confess, wearing sunset smiles 

Then before us, rests a rustic home 

So familiar – could it be? 

  

The very one the singer spoke of 

While his lifetime set the scene 

Not a dream at all… but real 

Our footsteps crunch brittle leaves 

Autumn discards dot the path 

Leading to a covered porch 

  

Part of a crafter’s aftermath 

Designed from hand hewn log 

More spacious through aging windowpanes 

Then the mind may first allow 

Latched tight to bar intrusion 

We resign, we sit and share a bit of time 

  

Bent wood chairs offer rest 

Near the door a treasure chest 

Little notes begging to be read 

Admiring everything a family… 

Thought to do all through their life 

For the sake of nature’s living things 

  

Meadow after meadow 

The forest spans thick between 

Grasslands, trees, then jagged, granite peaks - above 

There in blushing daylight's end 

As if ‘tis understood… unsaid 

Upon this vibrant, thriving, rooted, peaceful ground

Looking East from My Second Story View - By Dan'l MclLhenny  

Overhead, a giant comforter rests snugly 

You’ve no doubt guessed 

It’s sporting several shades of gray… 

And it’s okay, it’s full of rain - ready to empty 

As near as I can tell - all is well and that’s swell 

Looking east from my second story view 

  

The sky is always looking at Earth differently 

Then it seems it was a little while ago 

Light and shadow, dark and bright 

Stars and planets dot the night 

Surprising us - as far as we can see 

Looking east from my second story view 

  

Today the sunrise hides itself away 

Playing… a backlit, backstage, supporting, fill-in role 

Because science tell us, nature, gets her way 

But maybe the wind might jinx the plan aloft 

Like it ruffles feather edges of passing clouds 

Looking east from my second story view

Stick, Not Stones - By Dan'l MclLhenny 

A toy, a tool, a weapon 

Begins one hearty living thing 

Crackling fire mind ideas 

Drawing wet sand sketches 

Earn bucks by the score 

Fiddle, whittle something 

Grow your very own 

Help splint a broken leg 

Inspect, explore… seek reason 

Judge a chunk of distance 

Keeping life alive 

Left alone as sacred 

Marvelously strong 

Nestled in the network 

One link leading somewhere 

Pointers revealing details 

Quick for grasping foods 

Ripe for supple bending 

Swinging for the fences 

Trusted though thick or thin 

Useful - count the ways 

Vital living tissues 

Walking companion friends 

Xylem transport system 

Yards in feet or inches 

Zeal within the whole

Stir Those Lucky Souls - By Dan'l MclLhenny 

Morning waits on no one kid 

You must learn to muster you - 

Out of that - snoozers bed 

For the Sun’s a comin’ 

Sure, as the skyline signifies so 

And take your shadow when you go 

May thickets draw your curious eyes 

While rivulets race down mountainsides 

As snowmelt weeps its trials of tears 

Searching for perfect pooling grounds 

Where sounds of nature sing and ring 

 Of all things this good Earth brings 

Springs, designed to…stir those lucky souls 

Back in the Day... - By Dan'l MclLhenny 

Would you happen to remember? 

Where I may have left the Sun 

It was here a while ago, shining all a glow 

Now it seems as though it’s gone 

Maybe if I whistled…like I used to hail a cab 

I could grab old Yellow curbside 

Then ride to who knows where 

Just to say I’ve been there, 

Of course, to brag I’ve done that too 

Back in the day – back in the day… 

Assuming that’s okay with you 

Shall we fetch the midnight sky? 

In case the Sun has gone for good 

Something tells me don’t be silly 

Take your hat and coat and cane 

What’s another word for nippy? 

That spans six letters wide 

Starts with ch, plus a filler 

And finally ends with y 

It’s not so far to Nathan’s 

Down this wooded Brownstone Road 

Let’s get a hotdog - that’s a dilly 

And a sip of root beer on the side

Upstairs - By Dan'l MclLhenny 

Upstairs 

Where birds fly 

Likewise… 

Sky gets blue 

April surprises, 

Wets us clear through 

As sensitive passers-by 

Have their good cry 

Doing sometimes, what clouds do 

When heavy shows confounding gray 

Mr. Sun heads forever west 

Does his peekaboo best to play! 

Upstairs in that loose-fitting space 

Where there’s no place for rest

Atlantic Schooner Blue - By Dan'l MclLhenny 

You can Valentine this and Valentine that… 

To endear yourself as a thoughtful cat 

But never forget the card, the flowers, the chocolaty sweets 

Or the words bound to make her swoon 

You won’t have to give the moon per say 

Dinner out, dancing, sometimes a movie’s okay 

As long as romance takes center stage 

And if you wine her, remind her… 

She’s the best lover ever to be found 

When February 14th rolls around 

Try to avoid this one… a Valentine’s Day Red Velvet Piecaken.! 

This funky Frankenstein of a dessert is a mashup of red velvet cake, vanilla cheesecake, and chocolate pecan pie, with strawberry champagne buttercream to round it all off.

A Message to Self - By Dan'l MclLhenny 

You can Valentine this and Valentine that… 

To endear yourself as a thoughtful cat 

But never forget the card, the flowers, the chocolaty sweets 

Or the words bound to make her swoon 

You won’t have to give the moon per say 

Dinner out, dancing, sometimes a movie’s okay 

As long as romance takes center stage 

And if you wine her, remind her… 

She’s the best lover ever to be found 

When February 14th rolls around 

Try to avoid this one… a Valentine’s Day Red Velvet Piecaken.! 

This funky Frankenstein of a dessert is a mashup of red velvet cake, vanilla cheesecake, and chocolate pecan pie, with strawberry champagne buttercream to round it all off.

Grand Tetons If You Only Knew - By Dan'l MclLhenny 

Forest of aspen and deep green, blue spruce 

Climb-up the mountains 

Dance beside meadows with sparkling clear streams 

Where highland grasses 

Give colorful flowers chances to pop out in eye-catching bloom 

May, wilderness host - the finest broods of wee, little critters 

…Along with larger four-legged kind 

Let a symphony of songbirds reside as they wish 

Their music’s so pleasing, plus…hard to resist 

 Keep variety foremost, forever in mind 

Invite Mother Nature to take her sweet time 

Allow every good season to do what they do best 

Then, top with jagged, steeped, granite peaks 

Offering breathtaking views 

Grand Tetons if you only knew 

 

The Naturalist and The Boxer - By Dan'l MclLhenny 

Story by story 

The word count climbs 

Often so befitting 

It blows the mind 

Practice punches 

From the boxer 

Who rhyme’s sublime 

Long before his . . . 

Rounds arrive 

 

She speaks softly 

Call me when 

Your rage is done 

I’m out exploring 

Happy finding fun 

A relationship 

Discovered 

Thanks to one 

Over reliable Sun 

 

Go on banging 

Those keyboard keys 

Knock out another 

Leave ‘em 

Begging please 

Show no mercy 

It’s a disease 

With nothin’ 

At all to prove 

 

While she see’s 

Skies awaken 

Where light 

And shadow play 

As sunshine 

Dances on water 

Steals breath away 

Like curtain call sunset 

Bids a day . . . adieu 

 

He tells her… 

Ballet begins 

In the ring Doll 

Where a writer 

defends or dies 

Line after staggering line 

Where phrases seldom align 

If wordsmith’s truly hunger 

It’s asking for more time