
a bonsai tree:
gnarled & twisted,
yet so strong.

a bonsai tree:
gnarled & twisted,
yet so strong.
A Bird, came down the Walk --
He did not know I saw --
He bit an Angle Worm in halves
And ate the fellow, raw,
And then, he drank a Dew
From a convenient Grass--
And then hopped sidewise to the Wall
To let a Beetle pass --
He glanced with rapid eyes,
That hurried all abroad --
They looked like frightened Beads, I thought,
He stirred his Velvet Head. --
Like one in danger, Cautious,
I offered him a Crumb,
And he unrolled his feathers,
And rowed him softer Home --
Than Oars divide the Ocean,
Too silver for a seam,
Or Butterflies, off Banks of Noon,
Leap, plashless as they swim.
I don’t collect favorites. I like reading, hiking, writing, swimming, playing, exercise, traveling, cooking… each in its due time for its due time.




the heron stares at
the unwitting egret’s back:
unfond of flatmate?
Why make so much of fragmentary blue
In here and there a bird, or butterfly,
Or flower, or wearing-stone, or open eye,
When heaven presents in sheets the solid hue?
Since earth is earth, perhaps, not heaven (as yet) ---
Though some savants make earth include the sky;
And blue so far above us comes so high,
It only gives our wish for blue a whet.