In Memoriam
My friend Grace died this August. As she grew less able, she liked it when I sent her photos of nature. Because she found them so soothing, I was always on the lookout for shots she might like.
Because of her, I see a lot more beauty.
The incarnation
Snow days Are favorite days For the hound. On the scent For rabbits In the empty park.
I missed my friend Grace’s Memorial, For my stepmom’s 80th birthday celebration. To honor Grace that day, I hiked at dawn, to be with her, now ethereal, in the changing…
I love bark deeply grooved, wizened. And twisting tree trunks That smell of cypress and pine.
In the woods, I sense my elves, Flitting and merry, phantoms in the mist.
The hound rests in my office, Like a slowly shifting sleep sculpture. Making it hard, To get to work.
Sidewalk grass Lovely in the lithe light, Playing in the breeze.
I saw the eclipse. It was a wonder.
In Disney Land, when I was eight, waiting for rides, I watched the clouds to pass the time. I have watched them ever since.
Hound thinks Lake Michigan is his Swimming Pool.
Looking back at me.
I am happy at dawn, watching light change, feeling possibility like a promise. Hound enjoying a dawn swim
I love the quiet of the woods. Its dappled paths, And moss covered bark.
I am walking childhood trails. It smells like home. Redolent of Eucalyptus and mossy Oak.
On Windy Hill A Coyote approached I grow a little afraid as it gets nearer. If he wanted to attack, it would hurt. But when coyote is just a few…
On hot summer days, Early morning when the air still nips, Swirly mist rises from the Snake A playground for the geese.
Beautiful dawn At SFO. Returning rental car, I am heading home.
Our parks are extensive and beautiful. Still, it is an urban landscape, where Hound and I take our walks.
Leaf carpets So many patterns and colors scattered across the white.
I have been liking the trees Their soft leaves Golden and feathery Neo has been liking the scents. Last night’s rain Has made the ground redolent. I like these too-…