“But I always think that the best way to know God is to love many things.”
~ Vincent van Gogh

Wednesday, August 24, 2016

Wet

It’s been raining all night.
This morning it’s still raining,
coming down steady
in straight lines like a curtain. 

Gutters and pipes drip.
Sounds of big drops hitting the ground 
and pooling. Background sound 
of constant falling: a sustained sigh.


#awakeaugust day 24

Linked to the current Tuesday Platform at 'imaginary garden with real toads'

Tuesday, August 23, 2016

Cold Rain Coming

Overcast sky.
Some of the branches against it
are bare and spiky.
I see how, on others,
the tree leaves are entwined
by pale green vines
which will kill them slowly.
Small black mosquitos arrive.




















#awakeaugust day 23

Monday, August 22, 2016

Crossroads

I witness an old friend’s true evil –
in crisis, the mask briefly let slip.
Someone once told me, 
‘He has no heart’.
Mine now feels crushed in my chest.

The well-pruned rose stems
nod in the breeze. The sun shines
on the succulents in the far corner.
The trees are unchanged.
I breathe deep.

But everything has changed.


#awakeaugust day 22

Sunday, August 21, 2016

Spring is Coming!


Suddenly, on the trumpet creeper that covers two fences, there are only two clumps left of the orange blooms that brighten every winter. But in my pot on the ground over there, all the pink buds are bursting into full flower. My cat settles herself in the corner that gets the morning sun. When she comes in later, her fur is warm to the touch.



















#awakeaugust day 21

(This one insists on being prose. A prose-poem, I like to think.)

Saturday, August 20, 2016

In My Quiet Garden

In my quiet garden 
nothing stirs, except the ferns 
idly batting the breeze. Then, 
over the fence an unknown bird
gives high bursts of sweet, 
piercing, repetitive calls. 
I welcome the sound. My cat 
jumps up at once and runs indoors.

















#awakeaugust day 20

Thursday, August 18, 2016