low over the valley,
honking geese,
blossoms of fall
From the category archives:
moments
hopping up roof from the arbor
grape thief jay
flies prize away
neither the flypaper
nor my hand
keeps the fly
from its appointed buzz
never too old –
college town shop girl
smites heart with smile
different and the same,
different and the same –
the beauty of her face,
the beauty of this cove.
different and the same,
different and the same,
her face, this cove,
beauty is the same.
seagulls float
on waves in the cove,
I float on the ledge above.
above the weather
until thinking of you –
clouds at eye level
for CN
wind-flashed hints of red
from the Chinese pistache –
first notes of fall
late evening solitude –
lightly, quietly,
thoughts resting on you
for BB
102 in the evening shade –
birdsong welcomes night
slowly, softly
garden yin, garden yang
doves and jays
pecking at scattered seed
morning white highway noise,
once made an anxious beginning,
now lulls me awake
hopeless –
a romantic till the end –
a look, a smile, a lilting voice and dreams arise
I tell myself, “you’re too old,
too bald, too fat…”
no matter, dreams arise
tiny grasshopper, green as the leaf it eats,
lives to eat another leaf, and not because of its color
everyday pine-top crow
takes the high ground
caws out to the world
sundown –
a confusion of crows,
the cawcawphony begins
summer –
no refrigerator OM outdoors,
the air conditioners HUM
orchards so late spring lush
I wonder –
was winter just a dream?
only a while
do our lives last,
the ant on the counter . . .
and me
late at night
poems of tea-steeped masters
light the room
again this year
wildflowers in the garden –
volunteers for beauty
sleek jay eyes scattered seed . . .
eyes me eyeing him . . .
sprints to fence, to tree . . .
late afternoon –
early cricket sings solo
before the choir arrives
morning rain –
sheep graze
oblivious
to all but grass
hovering near flowers
not yet open –
impatient bee
pine-top crow
gazes into distance empty,
flies off
Maui, near Haiku –
clouds break against the mountain,
birds chant in falling rain
spring rain –
sky, all gray light emptiness,
earth, flush with emerald life
stroll in the park –
chirping at the squirrel
chirping at me
one blossom –
only hint of tree full bloom,
now, this profusion of leaves
waking up stomach pains
cancel the day’s plans,
now! just be sick
wind-rinsed blossoms scatter,
azure-green leaves unfold
spring
not driving freeway,
cooking today’s curry –
ordinary bliss
spring –
orchard all purple blossom majesty
prelude to
summer raining down fruit
pleasure of age –
driving through orchards
excited by blossoms