inexorable
as all endings comes evening
then night gives way
to florid and beauteous day
through cold fog
sun will shine us to
a new year's birth
and the warming of
the pale gray earth
Wednesday, December 31, 2008
Tuesday, December 30, 2008
Monday, December 29, 2008
Blue Day
there are blue days and
mean red days and days when
I don't care because
the sun shines
the air is clean
a flock of birds sings in the holly tree
and you are walking
beside me
mean red days and days when
I don't care because
the sun shines
the air is clean
a flock of birds sings in the holly tree
and you are walking
beside me
Sunday, December 28, 2008
Saturday, December 27, 2008
Friday, December 26, 2008
Step Into My Parlor
the orb weaver's web is tattered
no bird drinks from the water bowls
set there for them
the cats sniff at the open door
then dash to a cushioned chair
indoors where warmth and cinnamon
soup and music
make a home
no bird drinks from the water bowls
set there for them
the cats sniff at the open door
then dash to a cushioned chair
indoors where warmth and cinnamon
soup and music
make a home
Thursday, December 25, 2008
Christmas
wake to wind and rain
if I could peel my skin back
to the pink core of me
this coming day would bloom
if I could peel my skin back
to the pink core of me
this coming day would bloom
Wednesday, December 24, 2008
Tuesday, December 23, 2008
Monday, December 22, 2008
Sunday, December 21, 2008
The Longest Night
Hannukah and Solstice
came on the same day
rain fell
wind blew
the cold into every drafty corner
Winter has come dark and crisp as
the nearest star
waiting for Christmas to
begin
Saturday, December 20, 2008
Edges
I walk outside
it is cold
the day sparkles
when I exhale
the Japanese maple
is almost bare
a few withered leaves
dried to a crisp
remain
perhaps tomorrow
the new storm
will unlatch them
I turn and see
the agave's leathery leaves
their edges bright
in the sun
it is cold
the day sparkles
when I exhale
the Japanese maple
is almost bare
a few withered leaves
dried to a crisp
remain
perhaps tomorrow
the new storm
will unlatch them
I turn and see
the agave's leathery leaves
their edges bright
in the sun
Friday, December 19, 2008
By the Sea
the young man
something about his hair
or smile
some
thing
but I lost it
memory
or
trace
when he spoke to me
do you wander
into bookstores
wondering
if she could be me
or am I
erased as my smile
faded to nothing
when
he
spoke
something about his hair
or smile
some
thing
but I lost it
memory
or
trace
when he spoke to me
do you wander
into bookstores
wondering
if she could be me
or am I
erased as my smile
faded to nothing
when
he
spoke
Thursday, December 18, 2008
Wednesday, December 17, 2008
Tuesday, December 16, 2008
Monday, December 15, 2008
Sunday, December 14, 2008
Saturday, December 13, 2008
Friday, December 12, 2008
Thursday, December 11, 2008
Wednesday, December 10, 2008
Tuesday, December 09, 2008
Monday, December 08, 2008
Sunday, December 07, 2008
Saturday, December 06, 2008
Friday, December 05, 2008
Thursday, December 04, 2008
Wednesday, December 03, 2008
Tuesday, December 02, 2008
Monday, December 01, 2008
Up On Honey Creek
She runs up the side
of the ravine and then down to
rest briefly in the shallows
ferns and moss glisten
as we trudge over the leaves
turned to paste by several days
rain and fog have given way
to a clearingseveral hours
when the dog
takes us for a walk
of the ravine and then down to
rest briefly in the shallows
ferns and moss glisten
as we trudge over the leaves
turned to paste by several days
rain and fog have given way
to a clearingseveral hours
when the dog
takes us for a walk
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