Sunday, March 11, 2012


[Norma photo]

After rain, in
The exhalation
Of flowers, there
Is, in those
Hours under dawn,
A smell, an
Enfleurage of
Oils from
New weeds and
Seedlings in
Soil, a word--
Not only a human
Word, larger,
Quieter to contain
A voyage of
The soul, turned
In dark and
Light, made whole.


  1. This is yet another lovely example of you and your expression through writing, art, and commentary that makes you in my view of knowing you for at least 45 years or so enigmatic. Just when one reads and reaches the just-right word, the bon mot or the mot juste (See ) one is delighted by the unexpected perfect image, the word made flesh once again anew.

  2. Thanks Will. Wasn't that a lovely early-morning rain we had? Now it's just a little fart of a cloud (Wordsworth?) but we appreciate what the universe gives us.

  3. hello again - re your " joke post" last week please email and i will definatley get back in touch these are excelent but used
    jamie d

  4. Спасибо, Джейми D. Добро пожаловать!


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