Early Spring, Norma Recharging

Morning finds her
Parting plastered leaves
Over flowers---

They unfurl like
Elfin flags.

She sets the camera down.
Some unseen powers
Snag its lens around

And dream prismatic
Beams to catch her
Studying the ground.

 

Remembering Them

Far over
Roses
Ghosts
Embrace and
Fill
The sky.

Roofcat 2

Roofcat surveys all 
He has no concept of
Owning --owns nothing
Except water in the 
Creek, the shrieking 
Things he eats and 
Catches sunset where
Last it lays on  the 
Roofspine-- asks for 
Nothing of mine from
His high peak so, though
A friend, seldom speaks.

Only A Few Months

Over the southwest
Field, where new grass
Strives with old and
Yellow light lines
Earth, the blue
Hour lowers.
Air is still cold, but
Soon, birth below
Will lift flowers
And trees must sprout
Their lace of leaves
Across the summer moon.
 

An Honored Guest

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

Graphs

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.

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.