Monday, October 31, 2011
Sunday, May 1, 2011
May Day
Making little
paper flowers
with my son
when he was five,
to hang on
Grandma’s door,
celebrate the day,
a rite of spring.
So I stayed behind
the tree and watched
his little red head bob
as he climbed the steps,
hung the flowers,
rang the bell and ran
to hide behind
the tree with me,
watch his grandma’s
face fill with delight,
as mine does,
remembering,
his little face beam
like a spring flower.
paper flowers
with my son
when he was five,
to hang on
Grandma’s door,
celebrate the day,
a rite of spring.
So I stayed behind
the tree and watched
his little red head bob
as he climbed the steps,
hung the flowers,
rang the bell and ran
to hide behind
the tree with me,
watch his grandma’s
face fill with delight,
as mine does,
remembering,
his little face beam
like a spring flower.
Thursday, March 31, 2011
My Brave Warrior Woman......For Kelly
I so admire
your tenacity,
ability to forge
ahead despite
the obstacle.
One year ago,
mired in chaos,
you struck out.
Marched ahead,
fearless toward
a dream, fashioned
for yourself and
the little ones.
I love to see
You dancing.
your tenacity,
ability to forge
ahead despite
the obstacle.
One year ago,
mired in chaos,
you struck out.
Marched ahead,
fearless toward
a dream, fashioned
for yourself and
the little ones.
I love to see
You dancing.
Tuesday, March 8, 2011
Aberration
At Point Reyes today, I watched
snow fall to the gray green sea,
,
whitecaps swept the cragged outcroppings.
Two boys in striped caps ran along the
sandy shore, laughing, heads back,
tongues out, to catch the odd windfall.
A black dog with curly ears loped ahead,
barked, flushed a flock of sandpipers
into the strange thick sky.
snow fall to the gray green sea,
,
whitecaps swept the cragged outcroppings.
Two boys in striped caps ran along the
sandy shore, laughing, heads back,
tongues out, to catch the odd windfall.
A black dog with curly ears loped ahead,
barked, flushed a flock of sandpipers
into the strange thick sky.
Thursday, December 2, 2010
Eulogy
Our bones lie
Tossed by tides
With those
Of Leviathan
Who did
Sing a song
We would not hear
Of a dawn
We would not see
Tossed by tides
With those
Of Leviathan
Who did
Sing a song
We would not hear
Of a dawn
We would not see
Heart of the Forest/ For Dani and Nick
A place apart, a moment,
To contemplate the joy
Of coming together.
A mountain wood
Holds a secret.
A gentle glade as
Forest and river join,
A private place.
Sun’s rays steal through
Velvet shadowed boughs.
Lavender mist rises from
The rushing river below,
Catches tiny rainbows
In a spider’s woven web.
So rare a silence,
Thick enough to hear,
One’s own heartbeat.
To contemplate the joy
Of coming together.
A mountain wood
Holds a secret.
A gentle glade as
Forest and river join,
A private place.
Sun’s rays steal through
Velvet shadowed boughs.
Lavender mist rises from
The rushing river below,
Catches tiny rainbows
In a spider’s woven web.
So rare a silence,
Thick enough to hear,
One’s own heartbeat.
Tuesday, October 26, 2010
Dear Kay, I am One
Of unknown multitudes,
Who, regardless
Use you as a muse.
Raised to be decorous
In social interaction
Accost you shamelessly,
Audaciously thrust
Pitiful poetry into
A gentle unwary hand,
Unapologetic in excited
Admiration, allow me
A moment of contrition..
Who, regardless
Use you as a muse.
Raised to be decorous
In social interaction
Accost you shamelessly,
Audaciously thrust
Pitiful poetry into
A gentle unwary hand,
Unapologetic in excited
Admiration, allow me
A moment of contrition..
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