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



No individual raindrop ever considers itself responsible for the flood







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