FALL IN ABIQUIU
Cottonwoods this morning
all along the river
glowing brighter than the sun
Hurrying to pay back with interest
gold invested in them yesterday
FALL IN ABIQUIU
Cottonwoods this morning
all along the river
glowing brighter than the sun
Hurrying to pay back with interest
gold invested in them yesterday
THE OLD PLACE
Drove past the old place today
amazed at how small and dark
it had suddenly become
Like your mind just before
you learned the thing
that changed everything
NEWS IN THE NIGHT
Tin roof tat-tat-tattling
the rains are back
STONE WALKWAYS IN THE GARDEN
Not flat exactly
but flat enough
for any sensible shoe
Colors, no two the same,
but same enough, as
two cows in a pasture,
to maintain a pastoral theme
Earth’s earliest bubblings set
and glaciers push and slice
plus workman’s choice of fit
enshrines his nameless name
To form from mud and sod
tis the work of God
the work of man to try
to walk upon it all, dry shod
GRACKLES IN AUSTIN
Crows
that couldn’t make the choir
singing in protest
VIEW TO THE EAST
Reading haiku
in the limb veined dawn
I do not long for spring
MONARCHS ALL A FLUTTER
I wonder
what that
papillon is on
Reeling from
too many sips
of purple flower wine
I feel fine, I feel fine
but does anyone
here know
the way to
Mexico
THE NEW HOUSE
In Boulder Dorsey gets in touch
with her inner artist
and Judith’s lovely new home
On the early morning flight she says
“We need a house that’s a work of art”
and I say “Yes dear”, which I almost
always say – and before the end of the day
a short cut through the neighborhood
a little sign on the corner
a house we’d been in before
a work of art for sure
purple and blue on the doors
scrabble tiles in the fireplace and
gemstones in the floors
so we went by for tea and a look
the rest is history
and a few poems in this book