Lake in Monochrome
silver tones
tell stories,
some things
not left
behind
silver sky,
black treeline
the rest is
in greytones
do silver
fish swim
better in
flooded
monochrome
lakes?
under a
mirrored
surface,
it may be
impossible
to see
Golden Glow
even in a
garden,
some things
seem to glow.
all our best
friends are
like that too,
beneath their
golden light
we bask
in the warmth
of who
they are.
even in a
garden,
some things
seem to glow.
Reeds in a Pond
lake basins
flood until
water has
nowhere
to go
springtime
falls upon us,
rain forecast
daily
spring mornings
grow damp,
we dare not
talk to
strangers.
life is so
vivid in
the spring,
all the
green things
optimistic
such is spring:
everything
infused
with joy
and hope
celebrate
springtime!
Deanna's Tree #1_2020
dad says
it is her
favorite tree;
it stands alone.
as we (are
always
solitary),
though we
try so hard
to crowd
together
in huddled,
chattering,
thoughtless
groups
although it
causes pain,
we must
avoid our
beloved
others
Purple Burst
such a surprise
leapt in
my eyes,
a purple burst
i cannot see
as once
i did
just fifty
years ago
i know
things are
the same
as ever,
but i
cannot
see them so
flowers fade
but i have
made a copy
of the light
it's not
too sharp
from front
to back
it's how i
see these days
a purple burst!
i saw
it first,
it cannot
go away
Iris in Sunbeam
yesterday's news
almost forgotten,
it glows in
sunshine
in a beautiful
old garden,
maintained by
volunteers
rich, dark
colours make
me think
about her,
beautiful iris,
forever
dancing in
a golden
sunbeam,
so beautiful,
so hard to
photograph,
but i can see,
and still i
love that iris,
its exotic
ruffled
feminine
beauty
blackbird in
a tree, watching
me walking with
my camera,
close enough
to threaten,
but doing
nothing bad.
where anything
might be
a threat,
a wild world,
much like
a city, where
i return to,
where any
stranger might
so easily
bring death
animals know
better.
where there is
an epidemic
they will
isolate
until the
danger ends
lily white
glowing in
the sunlight!
something
about it
lights a
fire inside.
we simmer
in some kind
of lily beauty,
a slight joy
warming us
somehow
today a
thin smoke haze
obscures
this summer
sky.
but still,
we swelter.
and still
we hope,
because they
promised us
a better
tomorrow.
such a
small lake
and so much
water
they call
it full pool
when a lake
is full
it makes
me wonder
how a lake
can be full
i never thought
of a lake as a
container
but it is:
too full.
a tree in
the water
was on
a bank
in its
branches
a blackbird
(plain as dirt)
it has its
own kind
of beauty
open
my eyes;
let me see
i would
fill up
with it,
(beauty)
at full
pool
unknown red things
in a classic
garden,
not far
down the road
every
corner
of our lives
things are not
the same
daily
we drive past
little
red hearts
taped up
in windows
(left messages
for unknown
friends or
maybe
lovers)
some of those
hearts are
not red
but mean
much the same:
we miss you
badly
(where has
everybody
gone)
