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

Thursday, February 24, 2011


Catching the light
his silver hair,
forming smooth wings
either side of his head,
shines; I’m reminded
of white swans
on a sunlit river.

Thursday, February 17, 2011

Wednesday, February 16, 2011

New Curtains

New curtains.
The garden hazy
but still visible.
The room
suddenly a sanctuary.

Monday, February 14, 2011

Autumn Approaches

My basil bush
so strong and glossy in Spring
droops now,
and its leaves
are pale and ragged.

Wednesday, February 9, 2011


The neighbour’s lad
laughs with his little sister.
Scooter race.

Monday, February 7, 2011


The boy over the road
just ran away from home
backpack and all,
on his scooter.

Friday, February 4, 2011


glides in, touches down
one split second,
lifts back up, skims
the ground, lands,
white wings and tail
spread wide, black edged.

I've become attuned now to seeing small stones. 
This one wouldn't fit into a haiku!

Tuesday, February 1, 2011

Rain Falls

Rain falls
in the neighbour’s yard
but not here
as if the fence
was a natural divide.