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

Friday, September 16, 2016

Three Days Away

The vines have extended
new tendrils questing to spread.
I go and loop them back
through the old pathways
of curlicues covering the fence.

The rainclouds – active (I’m told)
in my absence – turn sluggish,
moving away very slowly.
There seem to be many more
flies and mosquitoes. The cat
retreats back indoors.

Tuesday, September 6, 2016

Garden Moments

Spring breeze –
a dead leaf dangles
from a web

******

mosquito –
I reach, close my hand
on empty

Monday, September 5, 2016

Spring Things

black-and-white
visiting butterfly
quickly gone

******

fine morning
tiny birds flutter
in new leaves

******

yawning early –
last night late with sexy
new novel


Wednesday, August 31, 2016

Selene Grooms Herself























She washes her white patch of stomach,
then interrupts herself
to listen to a distant bird;

moves around and licks her long tail
and curving flank – bracing herself,
one paw held firm to the ground.

The other, stretched in the air,
balances her as she twists.
Such a serviceable body!

For no particular reason that I can see,
she raises the end of her tail
straight up at a right angle.


(In the photo, she looks up from washing her stomach. After that I was writing, not snapping.)


#awakeaugust day 31


Tuesday, August 30, 2016

My Frangipani Has No Leaves

...the #awakeaugust small stone for day 30, is over here at my other poetry blog ('The Passionate Crone') – because it is also doing duty as a quadrille written for dVerse.


Monday, August 29, 2016

Lunch

She gives me vegetable soup 
in a plastic box with two blue clips.
‘I’ve made it thick,’ she says.
‘You can add more water.
I just throw everything in
and hope it tastes OK.’

It’s still hot when I get back home.
It fills my big white bowl.
I don't dilute it, I eat it thick –
savouring the tastes
of carrot and spinach
and the texture of the potato.

#awakeaugust day 29

Also linking to Poets United's Poetry Pantry #317


Sunday, August 28, 2016

Hunch-Cat

She crouches against
the morning's faint chill,
making herself contained
yet huge to look at, all one lump
with two points of ears;
no stretching limbs.
no undulating torso.







#awakeaugust day 28