Monday, August 10, 2015

twin deer

..two years and a bit, old. Today on my bicycle i ran into the two twin deer. We saw them first in 2013 with their mom, last summer still with there mom, and now for the first time i saw them on their own, together. I was only able to get one in the photograph, they both look like female deer.  Very healthy looking. most beautiful.
                                                             twin deer 2013
                                                       and here Sept 30 2014
and all three photographs taken in basically the same spot.
isn't that something.
We have on occasion seen them in our garden too.

Saturday, July 18, 2015

old stone

longing for the castle
the roughness of the old
stone against my skin
the coolness of the moss
overgrown walls
the heat of the sun
the enchantress
did she lay down
or are we all under our own spell

the lawn

Tuesday, June 9, 2015

lilacs and all

a garden in a tree stump

click click click
i love the sound of high heels
of course here on the dirt
you can't hear it
hey beauty
i talk to my big lilac bush blooming
how did you get here?
i can't remember ever planting you
between the wild willows and the aspen
my skirt flares up
and there another friendly face
a beautiful elegant birch
i think you are the reason
there are yellow sapsuckers nesting here
i know when you were planted
we found you years ago in the forest on the north side
you took, you liked it here
you could just say you were a good actor
if you are an actor that is
or if you were sincere
you  say
that was me then
and this is now
i have changed
i put all the pressure on my toes
to not let the heels sink in
you asked me why
i tell you why
especially because it is not functional
that is the reason why
and you could just say
it is because you're primal
you live life from the gut
and there are two pines
planted at the same time
one is 15 feet tall
the other barely grew
i enjoy my forest
my specially for me spruce forest
it doesn't matter what you say
and that i can't hear the sound
of my own heels
what matters is
that the sapsucker
found a mate
and the peewees are nesting in a poplar tree
i dress myself with roses
and my heart
it is forever free

Saturday, May 30, 2015

still caught in your web

the distant hills soft
softer as on normal days
the new leaves long turned dark green
the meadow (where we lay)
gained purple and yellow
as being touched
as if it noticed the change
just in time a moving out of the way
the crashing thunder
as you fell from the sky
a down pour
how could i have known?
as the sun kept shining
dark grey thoughts opposing
the hammering continues
love songs keep playing
we pick the petals from a daisy just to see

Tuesday, May 26, 2015

a summer as no other

And this summer began almost in April.
And it is not just the swimming.
Outside all day
Walking leisurely half naked in the heat.
Summer smells
No mosquitoes to speak of
just butterflies and bees and yes some pesky houseflies.
We are outside till late at night..
And the sun always out and as usual always up.
Blue skies and just a little breeze for perfection
The leaves i forgot when they appeared,
but full green was reached in just a few days.
Plants are growing inches per day.
flowers blooming everywhere.
And it is not even June!
Winter is this year truly far away.

Monday, May 25, 2015

for R

hey babe
you gotta live it babe
love it
high frequency sensations
red hot feelings in the low light night
spiders reflecting an orange glow
dark blue ripples
silver strands
the sand is hot
the way it should be 
white granite polished like the old sink
you are so beautiful
like the zen beaches of black rocks in the sand
like the deep moss forest where the spiders live
the sink is in the old french house
where we were supposed to live
you the mountain
i the lake
i caress your feet
but you stand above me
out of reach
if it wasn't for the elegant lupine
reaching over, laying low
always, always the sand saves me
mountains, falling rock
rolling boulders
all in perfect order down to the finest grain
i don't want to know now, that one day it will be clay 
clay again
remember i was born from the clay
and you?
where do i look for you when it is our time again
still i vibrate
still caught in your web