Trees, in general, and oaks -
especially Western gamble oaks that survive fire,
and the generosity of apples
falling to the ground.
Seeds, all of them -
winged maple, thistle and poppy,
signaling the inevitability
and beauty of change.
Throaty frog songs at twilight,
the hiss of cicadas in summer,
cattle lowing on a farm,
the sweetness of well-loved music.
Warm and savory soups,
pot roast, of course,
the bite of yeast rising -
good work, hugs, kind words from a friend.
The constancy of ocean waves,
star-studded night skies,
the bedrock of granite mountains -
and anything at all breaking through.
In Memory of Dr. Paul Edmonston
February 3, 2011
Thursday, May 19, 2011
Thievery
it came like a thief in the night,
soundlessly, without warning -
and before you had time
to count what you might lose,
it took all you had
and you were gone
- In memory of Dr. Paul Edmonston,
beloved scholar, artist, teacher and my father.
February 3, 2011
soundlessly, without warning -
and before you had time
to count what you might lose,
it took all you had
and you were gone
- In memory of Dr. Paul Edmonston,
beloved scholar, artist, teacher and my father.
February 3, 2011
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