Tuesday, June 30, 2020

How Big Is Here?

A cold April day --here
Rain overlays its sound
Where kind and kind commingle--
A sigh that does not stop but
Scales windy treetops under
This moon of ours...
           ...sings with the
Sighing sea in a language
Of stars, here with you
And here with me.

Saturday, May 16, 2020

Ground Level

After coppicing
The turkeys come.
They stand and bow;
Need not know how
We release borers
Into their custody,
Digestive tracts--
And honor acts of
Kindness, sacrifice,
Cruelty, food chain.
This is how the universe
Remains in mystery.
It is also a nursery.

Wednesday, April 22, 2020

A Break In The Clouds

An alchemistry of thought, photography
Found deep in another century, trimmed
Into lockets, carried in pockets --paper,
Light and silver-salts-- evolved a
Distillate of rainbows, an age at which
We learned to expel excitement in new
Ways through time, space, its swales and
Bends by bowing, falling out both ends.

Thursday, January 30, 2020

Queen Noire

In keeping with my recent theme of cats and it being rather late at night, I have elected to do it again. You are welcome to visit examples on all 3 of my blogs --please click here and here. I hope you also enjoy this bit of doggerel, er...catterel:

                                          Queen Noire

Norma named her
Noire --who has grown
To claim her eucalyptus
Throne-- a cat-shaped
Droplet of night, she
Assumed royal rights
Between barkbeds and
Flowers, has powers of
Rare device yet does,
Unlike lesser rulers do,
Eat mice; good thing too!


Saturday, January 18, 2020

Overseeding (Reworked Poem from 2008)

I will use this Normaphoto of Tux to retain eye-contact with the audience --something I've had trouble with, even back in 2008.

Thought is reception
Less like time unseen
Than grass quivering
Over seed --we 
Are suggestible.
In circuitry, potentials
Isolated and rhythms 
Set and yet simply
We follow the tremendum
Of birth --of sensing, seeing--
The incomparable change 
From Not Being to Being,
And Live --love and yet
We promptly forget.


Monday, November 25, 2019

Mid-Autumn, 2012

Histories combine
Into a fenceline.
In the anatomy
Of the future,
Time is a nerve 
Through which
The universe
Experiences itself.

Friday, October 25, 2019

More Thoughts On Turkey

She still climbs and oversees
Jennies and Jakes spread into
Prairie, gently, intently.
Not all lived --my neighbor,
And dear friend, found
Feathers in his field.
She is alone now and
How her heart roams, as
She surveys the lanes
And homes, is testament--
Proof-- that lingering love 
And care include our roof.