Tuesday, March 31, 2009
Thursday, March 26, 2009
I was alone,
my small dark soul,
its wings hunched
beneath shame's weight.
The little light in the quiet
where I whispered sins
to the tired priest,
still rests inside that child’s heart.
Sweet sad light.
Today, I walked beside a lake
and startled when I saw the swans
released before the sun’s warm arms
have lifted leaves and grasses.
March is cold, but full of light;
a light that fills the outstretched wings
of a freed and joyous heart.
Oh white! White! White!
Oh white, bright heart!
Sunday, March 15, 2009
The sap is headed sun-ward. At night - winter tries to pull it back.
I watched this fellow pruning sapsicles.
At first glance I thought he was gnawing on a bone, but naaah.
Is he cryn' ?
Yeah. Pretty sure that's a tear of gratitude.
Is that a happy tear on the robin's cheek, too. Alleluia. Spring at last.
Tuesday, March 10, 2009
If you asked these two winter-weary comrades - I'll bet they'd choose Arizona.
OK, wiseacres - you can come up with your own caption, but Chilhuly calls this 'Saffron Tower',
This pix is a metaphor for my winter-scrambled brain.
Another planet far far away. Sunlight, birds, faces that smile. Oh,sure, but find a decent mud puddle! Nah-ni-nah-ni-nah-na. We Ohioans have mud and you AZonians dohon't . . . ;0)
(Disclosure:0) We did get to enjoy a week of this very special place.