Happy

Happy as a clam

very very happy happy

happy together

more happy alone

a happy medium, a happy seance, a troubled spirit

spirits always seem to be troubled for some reason

many happy returns

happy beginnings happy endings

sadly, life has few of those

happy to meet you—now get lost

happy days are here again

the skies above are clear again

as the old song goes

happy housewife happy as a lark

happy hippie in the park

the happy warrior loves war I do love it so he says

the happy camper in the happy hunting ground

hitting the happy juice

more than happy to share

happy new year too drunk to care

meet the new year—same as the old year

just take your happy pill

Hey Mr. Happy Go Lucky

who calls no man happy until the day he dies

Northern Lights of Norway

all the voices in my head

were telling me different things

I didn't know which one to listen to

they all whispered in my ear

their side of the story

I couldn’t quite grasp the language

but the colors around me…

I understood them perfectly

red, blue, green

more green, yellow, red again…

a spectacular spectrum

painters palette high above

peaceful reflection

sensory overload in a good way

streaks of color into my brain

watercolors left out in the rain

running in the sky

dripping on my soul

northern lights

northern nights

I’m up here in my twilight

with my cognac resting on some pine needles

under a big ol’ Norwegian pine

Sand Hill Crane

the other day I was headed to 

work when I saw a sand hill crane

hooting and hollering by the side of the road

in the road was its dead partner

that some dumb bastard had hit

sand hill cranes are fiercely loyal to their mate

and it made me truly sad this one had lost

its mate for life—laying dead in the road

I didn't stop to help because there

wasn't anything I could do anyway

and I didn't dare be two seconds late

to my piece of crap job

or they'd write me up (again)

maybe he or she went to sandhillcranedating.com and found somebody else

maybe I should try it

the only women I meet

have more baggage than United Airlines

or have been through the proverbial ringer

or are just plain crazy

or a combination of all three