Snow on top of the trees
We can walk under it as if inside a cathedral
Our steps will mark a memory
But will melt with time
Unlike sorrow etched in the heart
Doesn’t completely fade away
But sadness and snow can be generous
If given time.
note: I am brushing up with my chess games.I am replaying a lot of games by the world chess champions.
there are moments
of infinite space
or exquisite beauty
a foggy morning
note: The book I am reading: such color, New and selected poems by Tracy K. Smith.
I will be away
only for a few days
from confusion of mind and soul
riding the world’s common time
like a heart of a promise
to return consciously
one fragment at a time
like voices drifting, then silence
even ugliness
can have a wonderful side
or imaginary digressions
of very small fulfillments
to life’s most important things.
after she stands and leaves
I feel edges of her space
then her absence
note: Books I am reading: The Shepherd’s Life by James Rebanks and
The Magician by Colm Toibin.
Arise
dust off dreams from your eyes
the foliage is changing colors
leaves are abundantly falling
birds are toeing ahead of me
You don’t have to move boulders to walk the dogs
Ladies walking in pairs smile as they wave
Lift the heaviness that anchors your mind
fisherman’s eyes rides the wake testing his passion
The boatman glances to the fisherman,
thinks what he is missing
Arise
walk, share your sweet time with others
or get the ladder and wash your windows
before mornings turn quickly into afternoons
the living is living
not solitary
not making oneself interesting
strands of life and things
but interested
A walk may open to surprises
If one has no goal
Desultory
A cat enjoying
the softness of her fur
Outside, sunny and pleasant
dog paces in the living room
waiting for someone to play with.
One morning in an open field
I see a blue heron
Flying above are geese
Walking in the woods I hear song birds
But birds and other creatures are diminishing
Glaciers are breaking, drought is widening
The air is getting warmer
Weather patterns are frightening
The Arctic terns losing their colonies
We are intimate of their extinction
Once, we love the earth
Try to shape it with our vision without understanding
Arrogant to admit mistakes
How is it that I have to ask
For a few good men and women
With courage to stand the challenge
385,000 babies are born in the world, every day.
They do not hide.
Even old age can catch a wave
ride the summit of its power
and smile
few minutes of experience
a heart palpitates
will surf again
or may lay dormant
desire never fades
wakes with the tide
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