Category Archives: garden

Raggedy Leaves

   raggedly leaves 
      and berries
seem to please
   my eye.

   shiney things,
we might have had.
berries may taste
      good or bad.

      places where
we've never been,
   stranger things
than we have seen:

   unknown berries 
      on a plant:
unsafe, it seems
   in mouth or hand...

some sniney things 
      we should avoid,
   beautiful can
sometimes be poison.

Colchicum 2

Colchicum 2

shadows on 
   a wall...

   (we do not
see so well
   at all)

on a train
      rolls by.

if thoughts had 
wings perhaps 
      they'd fly.

i wonder what
   you think
      i said;

   i do not
   know what's
in your head.

spots on a page
   might tell
      a tale,

but will they
      tell it
   very well?

shadows on
   a wall,

   we do not
see so well
      at all.

From the Good Earth

From the Good Earth

everything of
   true value
      has come

(born beautiful)
   from the 
      good earth.

i look again
   at her rich

   see that
it is good,
   (as you know).

   vanish as i
bury my fingers

      in rich dark 
   earth. again, 
troubles vanish.

everything of
   true value
      has come

(born beautiful)
   from the
   good earth.

Signs of Fall

green fruit
   as tiny
      as that

   i would
not eat it
      on a bet

      up close
      as this
   it seems

   to have
a certain

but there
      is also

      i do not
even know its 
   common name 

      i see it
green, in fall,
   and know

   things change
whether or not
      i understand.

Bright Colours

   bright colours
      bright days
thinning smoke,

unknown flower
      hardly any
   smokey summer
air, like dust
      itchy eyes

dry sore throat
      and awful
   lonely days

i have to say
      i'm sorry
   i don't know

this wet flower's 
   name, and may
      as well tell

      you that
   i didn't spray
it for the shot

   and had to 
to look real

   beauty never
has to pretend.


   autumn, in our
garden is still
      a lively place

   things change
   as the light
begins to fail

      while now,
honey bees,
   are back

      and colchicum
   suddenly comes up
(we had forgotten)

from distant fires
      imported smoke
   has come again

fueled by 
   dry things, 

   by some who
      do not care.
our world burns up

      they think it
is their world.
   but i don't care

      whose name
   is on their deed.
(their smoke is ours)

Bright Summer Show

again i find

   this unusual
      flower i
   do not know,

   or if it is
a cluster or 
   sole blossom.

   smoke outside 
hangs heavy in 
the valley.

distant fires
   choke our
feeble breath.

      we struggle
like the suddenly 
   silent birds.

   climate change
and smoke, have 
   us cornered,

   hiding out
   from this

   we find little
comfort. a little
   beauty helps...

White Flower

White Flower

      it takes a 
   little extra

   to really
   see a pure
white flower

      black dog
in the night,
   under a 
   silver moon

   looks like
   a shadow,
a lawn

   pure white,
a mix of all 
those colours
in a rainbow

      you know
   there is no
      pure white

   it's just
a seven colour

Wild Thing in Our Garden

there's a wild thing
   in our backyard,
under a lilac bush,

   sheltering from
      mid-day heat,
in such cool shade
   as may be found.

   we fenced our lawn 
to keep our small dogs
      safe inside,

thinking that
      wild things
   might find it
      easier to
walk away.

   mule deer, have
a different view
   of how things

   might be, stepping
      right over
as if it wasn't

there, and rest
   freely in our
      safe shade,

   adding to
   the beauty
nature's made

Yellow Jacket Wasp

Yellow Jacket Wasp

   i see with
some degree
      of horror

   a wild bee
      or maybe
it's a wasp

   or hornet,
this year

there are no
      at all

   and times
are changing
   too fast

i can feel

things i
never saw