Wednesday, March 7, 2018

Recombinant Cooperage

Yesterday or tomorrow
We work in undone barrels--
Believing in wine-future, 
Wine-done and, at this juncture
Reuse bilge hoops set, reset,
Into spheres and domes-- serving
Garden hearts and homes.

Wednesday, February 14, 2018

Valentine Evening

Just thought it apposite to close this lovely and loving day with 2 Normaphotos:
I, with an espresso gift from Daughter...
... and to all, an arrangement from Norma's work in our garden. 
To those readers who expected a poem on this post, I can only quote that lovely man, G.K. Chesterton, who wrote,"Poets have been mysteriously silent on the subject of cheese." I can only say it is now 7 p.m. and my brother-in-law just left after giving me a waxed round of  Camembert --Marin French Cheese-- and I am thinking of trying it. Wish me luck!

Tuesday, January 23, 2018

2xCyclic 5-7-5 Haiku

Not even what will
Be before what happens last
Can undo the past. 

But nothing is still.
Ampliative induction
Goes 'round --always will.

Sunday, January 7, 2018

New Year Moon!

We share a moon, a moon!
Look into the night sky, 
Marvel, be astonished,
Go to bed, dream but don't
Forget --don't forget we
Are, when morning comes,
As one, one species, we are.
The moon reflects a star:
We share a star, a star!

Sunday, December 31, 2017

In TulĂȘ Fog

In the south field
TulĂȘ fog obscures
Scores of infinite
Futures to yield
Doubt --out there
Beyond the creek
Where it bends west
And I seek some
Best sense of the 
Year ahead-- even
An hour is immense.
I feel future floating
In  mist -- it consists
Of  features unformed,
Until the sun nears
And land is warmed,
Time moves and
Tomorrow appears.

Friday, December 8, 2017

Ivy About To Bloom

We are not entirely real,
Or with each conscious
Contact the world would 
Wound us, bruise us.
What emerging monster
Or blossom is it?
Will the lane ahead remain
Unlit or reality yield
A way, a path revealed
In ivy buds
And never lose us?
Maybe yes, maybe no, but
I'd like to think so.

Monday, November 27, 2017

Barn Drawer Tools

I open a barn drawer and
Tools ask, "What do you
Want us for?" -- a task, a
Chore, seldom called for,
But delighted you are there
For scraping, planing,
Chiseling and all remaining
Arts of heartfelt repair. 
"We know," they say.
"It's why we stay in this
Barn bench drawer, in dust.
Old things need renewal, 
What we are for. We must--
Table, the old door, we must."