Sunday, December 29, 2013

Breakfast Skies and a Morning Walk




Trees are poems that the earth writes upon the sky.

Kahlil Gibran
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

Thursday, December 26, 2013

Flood





 

No individual raindrop ever considers itself responsible for the flood

 
Anon

 



 



 



 



 
 
 

Friday, December 20, 2013

The wet dawn inks






Winter Trees

The wet dawn inks are doing their blue dissolve.
On their blotter of fog the trees
Seem a botanical drawing --
Memories growing, ring on ring,
A series of weddings.

Knowing neither abortions nor bitchery,
Truer than women,
They seed so effortlessly!
Tasting the winds, that are footless,
Waist-deep in history --

Full of wings, otherworldliness.
In this, they are Ledas.
O mother of leaves and sweetness
Who are these pietàs?
The shadows of ringdoves chanting, but chasing nothing.


Sylvia Plath



 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

Thursday, December 19, 2013

Tuesday, December 17, 2013

Monday, December 16, 2013

Tuesday, December 10, 2013

Winter in the Wye Valley

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

Monday, December 9, 2013