Geo.'s Solstice Poem

[First, 3 photos: "Night life at my house. All within about 1/2 hour," --Norma.]

Over our revolving lens,
Sun sends edges, silver,
Under down gray and,
At the close of day, yellow
Light turns to fire folded
And rolled in tangles.
Earth holds its pitched
Angle where gardens rise.
Refraction fills the sky.

 

Quartet

Lavender quartet on our
Kitchen counter--
Spikes and drying buds, 
Bracts sing of 
Old countries, oil, infusions
Of saffron, cinnamon,
In a Song of Solomon.
I believe they grew--
Like me, like you-- where
Flowers fell among nations,
Eras, epochs, along the ancient
Iron veins of Earth, on stone--
Over broken granite bones--
Birth, birth and rebirth,
Here, where this strain sings
With its world under 
Sunlight,  under rain.

This Garden

This garden
Belongs to no
Particular space
Or age --creation
Is not frozen in place.
Over clouds, the loud
Sun roars in its cage,
Announcing life,
Then silence. 
Then we go where
We have not been.

Nexus

On earth,
Brass bells
Hang from
Umbrella  branches.
Everything has its birth.
Rounding dawn
Dreams back its
Billion years.
Old red stars in our
Cosmic spine
Barely displace darkness
Now, persist in
Garden roses.
What disappears in
Light, shadow exposes--
From antiquity,
Remotest night,
In wind where
Little bells emit
A melody to
What is still
Suspended there.

Irreducible

Here raindrops on
Purple iris fall,
Lit in clouds climbing
Our valley wall,
Refract a world,
An endless hour 
From an idly 
Unfolding flower.

Temporal Covenant

All experience
Bound to one
Instant, an
Enchanted flash
Of fire and shape.
Is it motion or
Expanding stillness?
Silence grows.
What time
Is a rose?

Rainy Day Garden

She brought in blossoms
From our darkening garden,
Arranged a conference
Of color and scents --
A kitchen counter review
Of what our world ought
To do under storm.
There was no debate, only
Fragrance enacting law--
Nor reform-- only a planet
Each blossom saw wheeling
Under rain and sun, and
Always a quotient of one.