Friday, August 11, 2017

interrupting the routine

i left the laundry behind 
and the pickleball

traded them 
for dew on leaves
dragonfly wings
and the garden’s other 

i drank eagerly
of her cup

juice of zinnias
dripping down 
my chin  

"Another glorious day, the air as delicious to the lungs as nectar to the tongue."
                                          ~John Muir, My First Summer in the Sierra

"Oh, taste and see...."  ~Psalm 34:8

Saturday, July 15, 2017

the leaves of yesterday

the curve of them
catches my 

their lines

calm and quiet

"Sometimes the smallest things take up the most room in your heart. "

                                                   ~Winnie the Pooh

Wednesday, June 28, 2017

pain and pastel (a two part poem)

like a river birch in the rain
she bows low

pain dripping
from her branches

the soil below 
soaked in sorrow

*This morning i ask myself, “is there anything i can do, (anything at all) to ease the sorrow of my friend.” Words are hollow this day. Maybe a bit of color can lift her head, if even for a moment. Shall i send her a watercolor? Then…..

the questioner 

can you
paint her a 

can your pastel
give promise

to her pain?

*And my answer is no. 

yes, i can send color and kindness. Yes, i can let her know she is “seen”. 

Friday, June 16, 2017


the loss of him
left sorrow

a life time

“You will lose someone you can’t live without, and your heart will be badly broken, and the bad news is that you never completely get over the loss of your beloved. But this is also the good news. They live forever in your broken heart that doesn’t seal back up. And you come through. It’s like having a broken leg that never heals perfectly – that still hurts when the weather gets cold, but you learn to dance with the limp.”  ~Anne Lamott

"Where you used to be, there is a hole in the world, which I find myself constantly walking around in the daytime, and falling in at night...."  ~Edna St. Vincent Millay

Monday, June 5, 2017

like my neighbor's fence


and beyond 

the horizon

“And so for a time it looked as if all the adventures were coming to an end; but that was not to be.”
~The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe, C.S. Lewis

Wednesday, May 17, 2017

trying again

i found them in a box
in the basement

the old watercolor paints
years ago

my lack of ability 
to control them
more than i had bargained for

funny the difference 
twenty years 

“Perfection is a twenty ton shield that we carry around thinking it will protect us when, in fact, it’s the thing that is preventing us from taking flight.”  Brene Brown

"The creative process is a process of surrender, not control.” 
                                                                         - Julia Cameron

*Ah, the freedom, in letting go. 

Monday, May 1, 2017

the birds and batman boy

extremely eager
for friendship
he tries to force the feeding

but finally 
finding the flailing
to be failing

he squats down
stretches out 
his grubby little hand

and waits

as patiently
as is possible
for a batman boy 

"Patience, grasshopper," said Maia.  "Good things come to those who wait."  I always thought that was 'Good things come to those who do the wave,'" said Simon.  "No wonder I've been so confused all my life."
        ~ Cassandra Clare, City of Glass

"Why is it," he said, one time, at the subway entrance,  "I feel I've known you so many years?"  "Because i like you," she said, "and I don't want anything from you."
       ~Ray Bradbury,  Fahrenheit 451