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Lake in Monochrome

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

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

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

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

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

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

   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

   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.

Full Pool

   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

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)