Monday, February 15, 2016

fire in winter

Isn't this a haiku in waiting?
First let me say that I am sorry that the wench was gone last season inner gardener was on life support
too many family issues for a whimsical heart
too many
But I discovered that when I turned my back on the garden
I shriveled inside
and very quickly
I am a person of the soil
I thrive on petals
and sunshine on my skin
and the smell of wet soil
spiders and snails and toads
This spring I think I will faint dead away when I spot an aconite
or the blood root
or trilliums
Oh to get back to life blood of my soul
I hope you find me again and journey back to a garden life with me
I am 65 now.....but I know the garden will make me a child again
only with a little menthol rub

Thursday, January 2, 2014

a fruit burdened tree
hungry birds visit branches
fullness of autumn
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Friday, September 13, 2013

man made adornments
blue and green glass swings from gate
against sky and leaves
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Friday, August 16, 2013

iron weed sighting
blossoms bending in the wind
beauty my nectar

Sunday, February 24, 2013

tablecloth pattern
I sit alone while waiting
imitation joy

Friday, November 30, 2012

soft afternoon light
rays filtering through cobwebs
passing panes of thought

Thursday, November 1, 2012


a fire inside
there dwells the hearth of the home
you stoke it with love

Saturday, May 12, 2012

nodding columbine
morning meditation walk
garden bells silent

Tuesday, May 1, 2012

lonely summer day
a piece of cake to dull it
too much company

Saturday, April 14, 2012

Spring ephemeral
pink then blue then they are gone
joy can be like this

Thursday, February 23, 2012

bowl of chicken soup
cure rising over noodles
like my mother made

Wednesday, February 22, 2012

get the story down
writing that really matters
advice on three beers

Sunday, February 19, 2012

local cuisine hunt
an epicurean risk
next time, read the sign

Thursday, February 16, 2012

It is what it is
broasted chicken and stuffing
Viking Grill visit

Wednesday, February 15, 2012

 Lawrence Avenue
Mexican people waiting
 their bus yet to come

Saturday, February 11, 2012

we see each other
I offer food, he gives joy
he thinks me the fool

Saturday, February 4, 2012

falling into leaves
 looking up
into the sky
 feeling safe
right where you are
Daddy looking on
now that's childhood

falling into leaves
looking up into the sky
watched over by dad

Thursday, February 2, 2012

early morning light
worn oak chair,a coffee mug
something good to read

Wednesday, February 1, 2012

You have to respect
 an open door that threatens
signs are everywhere

Friday, January 27, 2012

Japanese maple
the slant of afternoon light
a catching of fire

Wednesday, January 25, 2012

witch hazel blooming
January wind blows cold
winter life shout out

Sunday, January 22, 2012

We stepped inside the diner,
strangers in a strange land.
Every boothfull turned and stared
then looked away,not seeing a threat.
We orderd our eggs,sunny-side up.
They don't have Greek toast here
so we chose rye.
In walked an old man,
he walked right to a stool in the corner.
The waitress poured him a cup of hot coffee
without even asking.
He layed out a handful of change on the counter
and began to seperate the coins
and counted
and recounted them.
We looked at each other
thinking the same thing...
he wasn't sure he had enough.
But we were strangers
 in a small town,
 he had all that he needed,
a diner that cared.
We paid our bill
 as he continued to count and recount his change.
 We left
 as Gertie gave him a plate of food.

Friday, January 20, 2012

snow covered sundial
the earth moves around the sun
unseen facts don't change

Tuesday, January 17, 2012

woodland messenger
a sharp caw-caw sails thorough trees
cast breadcubes on grass

Monday, January 16, 2012

I am so alone
a flower standing in snow
artificial life

Sunday, January 15, 2012

winter woods debris
fern and moss reach up to sun
living among dead

Friday, January 13, 2012

paralyzed spirit
gravity claimed body form
a complete collapse

Saturday, December 31, 2011

a staring cat sits

many years I have known her

I wait on her tail

Friday, December 30, 2011

their bodies leaning away
the waiting room blues

Sunday, December 18, 2011

 against a blue sky
bright red berries on branches
 master painter

Saturday, December 17, 2011

the meaning of light
love, where there once was darkness

Thursday, November 24, 2011

Thanksgiving Day gray
it reminds me that others
have want,need,hunger

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Tuesday, November 22, 2011

woodbine scarlet leaves
 mingle with grapevine on wall
my mind entangled

Saturday, November 19, 2011

fallen at my feet
different hues of autumn
stepping in yearning

Thursday, November 17, 2011

Who needs church windows?
Bare branches and colored leaves
My own cathedral

Tuesday, November 15, 2011

I cut words and paste
place them in a book, and still
the pieces all fit

Wednesday, November 2, 2011

a dragon of leaves
evening sunlight piercing through
 autumn soon to die

Tuesday, October 25, 2011

 many wind horses
you ride up and you ride down
the blessings of prayer

Thursday, October 13, 2011

fallen like oak leaves
little chairs in the garden
too soon you grew up  

Monday, October 10, 2011

Have you ever felt like an out building
standing in a cornfield
surrounded by change
knowing your time has come and gone
your usefulness like old barn boards
broken and weathered
standing until you can't anymore
and thinking no one will notice
...the day you get felled?