Tuesday, 31 January 2017

foliage

as long as there are trees
there will be branches
welcoming birds
to land on and nest in

all kinds of birds
from near and far
birds from all over

Monday, 30 January 2017

today tonight tomorrow

wild winds blowing today
bending the boughs of the tall pines
sirens echoing in the hood
as the day gives way to evening
a cacophony of pealing
and serenading coyotes
in the ravine
so much
too much
and not enough
listening
right now calm and hopefully more so
in hours
and days and days
to come
but i'll guess we'll see
what lights up
in the year of the Fire Rooster

Wednesday, 25 January 2017

Sunday, 22 January 2017

kitty beanie

a day with friends
reading
chatting
brainstorming
in the ongoing process of creation

a parting gift for me:
a hat knitted by my friend's mom

yesterday i wore a pinky/purple
floppy wooly beret
today i have a pussy cap

will wear it lovingly
as we march on
as we all march on

Friday, 20 January 2017

lilting

serenaded today
by the smallest of birds
what we need right now

more joy
more light
more songs


Thursday, 19 January 2017

possibles

sitting at the table this morning
writing or beginning to write
there was a trill and twitter
from across the street
a flock high up in the elms
flittering and then off
in one sudden swoop
is it too early for waxwings?
maybe not
in a day of melting winter
welcome welcome little birds
sing us your songs

Monday, 16 January 2017

and then suddenly, it all makes sense

i wonder sometimes
at 2 or 3 in the morning
like 'what's up with you?'
'what aren't you sleeping?'
and then i think of times gone by
lovely memories
little tapas and times shared over
tasty meals
and then i think
'okay!  why wouldn't you want that?'
why wouldn't you say---'wake up you guys
dish it up to me!'
and so in a few hours from now
i'll shuffle out from under the duvet
down the hall
find some treats in the cupboard
get you settled
and drift off back to the land of nod
where plates are spinning high in the air on long rods
plates
but small plates
enough for everyone

Tuesday, 10 January 2017

pastel fleeting

and just for a few minutes
moments
in the time it takes to take it in
the sky is soft and pink



Tuesday, 3 January 2017

branching out

it isn't snowing
but little tufts fall from branches
as birds navigate the dogwood
pathways in parcels and tangles of limbs
tussles of flakes downward in sun
laying out the blanket
that tucks us all

Sunday, 1 January 2017