Sunday, December 28, 2014

An Honored Guest

Across the east field,
Voices carry from the
Gurdwara and the
Rising sun arrives
At our side gate.

Sunday, December 21, 2014


Dark clouds close rank
Over a moment and
Upon it empty
All their voltage.
A rage of light
Blinds the mind.
It lingers and
When at last rain
Reclaims control,
The brain is uneasy.
Of itself! yes the soul
Demands proof.
I am always a little
Worried about my roof.

Wednesday, December 10, 2014

L'heure bleue

She painted an old log
Blue before the last 
Leaf fell, then painted
The hour blue as well.
She paints things blue,
A dear part of her --
Dear to me too
Because I love her.