Wednesday, May 24, 2017

The doves are calling -
time to cut back the bamboo,
rake up the remains.

Tuesday, May 23, 2017

Burn sacred incense -
drive the evil spirits out -
strike bell, ring cymbals.

Sunday, May 21, 2017

Bright red cardinal
outside the bedroom window,
guest to show, has left.

Saturday, May 20, 2017

Storms blow up, pass by,
Thrushes song - morning, noon, night-
May's complete delight.

Saturday, May 13, 2017

Pink, gold, turquoise sky;
robins trilling, good evening -
cool on the front porch.

Tuesday, May 9, 2017

After the meeting,
big old, full moon; pink sunset:
glorious evening.

Monday, May 8, 2017

Full moon, Jupiter,
casting shadows at midnight
barefoot on cold walk

Monday, May 1, 2017

Sunday, April 30, 2017

Sunday breakfast

Strawberry pancakes,
pan of roasted potatoes,
spinach omelette.

Friday, April 28, 2017

Swallows chittering -
Ahhh - I see they have returned
for another year!
Pink confetti snow
drifting into the gutters
puddling on sidewalks.

Thursday, April 27, 2017

The Wild Geese

Horseback on Sunday morning,

harvest over, we taste persimmon
and wild grape, sharp sweet
of summer's end. In time's maze
over fall fields, we name names
that went west from here, names
that rest on graves. We open
a persimmon seed to find the tree
that stands in promise,
pale, in the seed's marrow.
Geese appear high over us,
pass, and the sky closes. Abandon,
as in love or sleep, holds
them to their way, clear,
in the ancient faith: what we need
is here. And we pray, not
for new earth or heaven, but to be
quiet in heart, and in eye
clear. What we need is here.
— Wendell Berry from Collected Poems 1957-1982

Wednesday, April 26, 2017

Fading lilac blooms
droop heavily in spring rain
moving into May.

Tuesday, April 25, 2017

Freshly washed new leaves -
glowing gems in the dim light-
rippling in the breeze.

Gadget

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