Open Geometry

Galaxies spin and
Bloom in cinders,
Dust, astragals of
Time, space and us. 

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.

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!
 
 

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.

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!

In Tulê Fog

In the south field
Tulê 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.

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.