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

Wednesday, March 16, 2011

Coffee in the courtyard

Coffee in the courtyard.
The low buildings,
the palms and frangipani,
the warm autumn sun
make me feel I’m in Darwin
or Bali, or Nepal.
‘It would be nice to be there,’
my companion says.  Yes,
and it’s nice to be here.

Snowy Mountains

Snowy mountains
of cumulous cloud
float in the sky,
directly above
the earth mountains
as if copying.

When I think

When I think there might be
a ghost in the house
I become modest,
undressing discreetly
and shutting doors.

Monday, March 14, 2011

In March

The spiders
are coming inside
out of the rain.
Autumn begins
with storms;
the winds rip off
whole branches.

Friday, March 11, 2011

Watching Paris

The TV shows Paris,
Eiffel Tower jutting
into an overcast sky.

A beautiful city, I am told
by those who know it,
one of the most
beautiful in the world.

But I am unable to see
beauty in cities.
The Tower is grey
under all that cloud.
Around it, grey buildings
cram the screen.

Thursday, March 10, 2011


The red-headed girl across the way
rides round and round on her bike
waving one hand high like a circus star.

Backyard Glimpse

Red and white flowers
covering a fence,
leaning together
away from the wind.

Wednesday, March 9, 2011

Spoilt Children

First one cat then the other
joins us on the bed.
We make them welcome,
stroke them till they purr.
They resettle themselves
against our legs. We attempt
to resettle ourselves — hard
to get comfortable. Soon
he’s in the spare bed and I’m
sitting up here at the computer.