Sunday, April 27, 2014

27 April 2014

The crabapple tree
Has buds and some flowers and
Will drop fruit this fall.

27 April 2014

 

Saturday, April 26, 2014

26 April 2014

Strange dreams once again,
Of people far away and
Hopes unrealized.

26 April 2014

Friday, April 25, 2014

25 April 2014

Behind the downspout,
A small nest, hidden from view,
Birds flying in, out.

25 April 2014
 

Thursday, April 24, 2014

24 April 2014

An afternoon spent
Dozing with a baseball game
On--that's wonderful.

24 April 2014

Wednesday, April 23, 2014

23 April 2014

A dream of my past...
A group of us late at night,
Talk of our futures...
23 April 2014
(And remembering "
Bob Dylan's Dream.")

Tuesday, April 22, 2014

22 April 2014

At last!  Leaves begin
To appear, red buds, on our
Japanese maple.

22 April 2014

Friday, April 18, 2014

18 April 2014

A long lunch with friends,
Reminiscing, laughing, and
Basking in the sun.

18 April 2014

Thursday, April 17, 2014

17 April 2014

Watching from my chair,
Daylight fading, coloring
The sky red-orange.

17 April 2014
(But the picture didn't come out.)


Tuesday, April 15, 2014

15 April 2014

Freshly fallen snow
Atop the grass, on the trees,
Three weeks into spring.

15 April 2014

Monday, April 14, 2014

14 April 2014

Robins in the yard
Looking for tasty earthworms
Just after the rain.

Sunday, April 13, 2014

13 April 2014

An open window,
And, throughout the night, the sounds
Of traffic passing.

13 April 2014

Saturday, April 12, 2014

12 April 2014

A west wind rattles
Windows, sneaks around the frames,
Keeping me awake.

12  April 2014

Thursday, April 10, 2014

10 April 2014

First real spring-like day,
And I cannot enjoy it.
I'm feeling my age.

10 April 2014

Wednesday, April 9, 2014

9 April 2014

Middle of the night,
Helicopters overhead.
I have a flashback.

9 April 2014
(In May 1970, for four nights in a row,
we didn't sleep because of the helicopters
searching for anti-war demonstrators.)


Monday, April 7, 2014

7 April 2014

Headlights reflecting
From the puddles in the street ...
Like wartime London...

7 April 2014
(I thought I'd driven into a spy novel.)

Saturday, April 5, 2014

5 April 2014

A small, red-head bird,
In the Japanese maple,
The sun its spotlight.

5 April 2014

Friday, April 4, 2014

4 April 2014

Not a wasted day,
But I did very little,
Saving energy...

4 April 2014

Thursday, April 3, 2014

3 April 2014

Two nights in a row...
Lightning, thunder, pouring rain...
Keeping me awake...

3 April 2014

Wednesday, April 2, 2014

2 April 2014

2  A.M.  I wake
To rain pounding on the roof,
Lightning, and thunder.

2 April 2014

Tuesday, April 1, 2014

1 April 2014

There's a tradition in Zen (especially in Japan) of writing a "death poem."  The tradition is that a monk, on his deathbed, spontaneously recites his final poem, which is recorded by his pupils.  I have my own take on what really happens, which is...well, read this one.  (And, you can buy the book, Japanese Death Poems, Yoel Hoffman, trans, and ed,, at Amazon and elsewhere.)

"Writing my death poem."
"But you're not on your death bed."
"But, now, I have time."

1 April 2014