Are you keeping me in, or keeping me out?
Fence
Hopeful
Baked cauldrons wait to be filled.
The echo of their emptiness
rings with hopeful meloncholy.
River Sounds
Sometimes I lay in the loft and hear the water hit the docks.
The boats sway and their bumpers whine.
Ducks call out with protesting quacks and geese
continue their conversation in mid-flight.
I’ll miss you when we leave, dear river;
but will keep your sounds buried deep in my peaceful heart.
My thoughts as I photograph a wall
I am struck by the teal color of the wall and the texture of galvanized steel. I am moved by the glint on the screw and remember learning it was called a “philip’s head”. Thinking about my husband Philip, I wonder how his flight was to San Francisco. Recalling the seafood we ate in California on our last trip, I contemplate what to make for dinner. While deciding to drive to the market for shrimp and walking away from the wall, I notice an older woman staring at me quizically.
Roads in the country
Who’s walked along your path?
Who’s stepped along your grassy edges?
Who’s pulled an errant leaf from an overhanging limb?
Explain the soft sense of comfort that
blankets my spirit when we walk together–
or say nothing and know that I love you
for your booming silence.
Roses
Blushing coral roses,
you always look so dressed up.
Zoo Bird
Watchful and weary, you stood motionless
as your image was captured.
Is your spirit still free?
The first day of fall
Red leaves touch my cheek in the blowing wind
and wave farewell as they pass.
Goldenrod in the Fog
Hovering above a field of goldenrod,
the fog lifted slowly and floated away.
Swaying slightly in the cool morning breeze,
the stalks readied themselves for a better view.
Panes
Old, wise panes,
what do you choose to reflect
and what do you choose to absorb
into your darkness?
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