Category: sun
-
Remains of Summer, Mary #3
(poem three from a possible Concrete Mary series) Seven days remain of summer one week, a quarter of a moon before daylight gives way to night, before solstice haunts the dark, before the snow, before the ice, before the earth tilts away, before it’s too cold to fly butterflies and bees will suck the last…
-
summer haiku
summer’s searing sunwindless woods of shadow greenmyrtle wearing pink 8-10-20
-
an anniversary meditation
dust motes shimmer through trees on sunbeams I sip coffee and read Hibakusha stories trees shake from an earthquake in the mountains I haven’t heard damage reports, but it will be mild _____ on the anniversary of Nagasaki I reflect 70,000 vaporized in a rush for peace children, mothers, fathers a Shinto shrine and Catholic…
-
surrender
for a moment in time a drop of dew hung swelled and quivered in sun vibrated yellow, orange and red blue and green released its grip on a leaf surrendered its form to the pull of earth 7-26-20
-
Excuse me
Sun comes softly on overcast morning not quite sure when rotation breaks against horizon spilling light into day Saturday’s dog walkers sleep in city trucks do not circle the park yoga warriors come in fewer numbers But still they come to roll out mats legs, shoulder width apart weight shifting from side to side A…
-
Trade winds
Bright sun in an empty sky Pale haze of Sahara sand Trade winds laugh at borders Breathe in deep of Mother Africa 6-27-20 **my title– wife
-
reflection
while night birds softly awaken the sun you try once again to empty the emotion of loss ___ the anger and arrogance anger of caring so much you hate your gift ___ you sing notes in your head you feel the reverberation inside roll off your tongue into the air ___ you caress notes and…
-
It is enough
A few minutes after sunrise the sun hits a gap in the trees blinded by glare I look away Listen to mockingbirds the hoot of an owl before it sleeps in a tree It is the faint trill in the woods I listen for I do not know this bird by name someday, I may…
My husband's poetry 