Monday, February 21, 2011

Groundwork

[photo, son David: St. Malo, Fr.]

An arch where vines
Outline illusion,
Beyond which
Stems curl,
Soldered in pearls
Where fog and
Woodruff fuse,
Compose a circuitry
Of choice and fate--
I am always
A pilgrim at this
Garden gate.

Tuesday, February 15, 2011

Wind Inland


We wait.
Eucalyptus sways
On gray sky.
Caught in current,
Applauding leaves
Vibrate.
All is motion
And air
Turns into
Unseen ocean.

Tuesday, February 8, 2011

New Arrival



Small lizard-skin
Case containing
Glasses snaps shut.
She moves in the
Wake of others
Up little roads
Clustered around
A station, where
Blue-eyed Rosemary
Begins an end
To winter in
A new nation.
"Ah! I'm cold,"
She says, and
Spring unfolds.