Sunday, March 31, 2024

Seeds of hope

It’s Easter now; 
The seeds of hope once planted 
Have emerged from winter’s tomb, 
Yet still, 
 Surrounded by the vibrant greens of spring, 
And the sweet cacophony of birdsong in the air, 
We feel the chill of stones unturned, 
Of hearts still hardened, 
Of age-old grievances that still seek vengeance. 
What sacrifice must yet be made? 
When will we learn it’s in forgiveness 
 That we will find salvation?

Saturday, March 30, 2024


The sun, in rising, colors all our world, 
Just as we, in rising to occasions 
To fulfill our calling, promise, and our destiny, 
Bring color, light, warmth and growth 
To all that we encounter 
By allowing illumination to flow through us.

Thursday, March 28, 2024

Mixed emotions

We have several expectant does 
Hanging about our property, 
With mottled fur and distended bellies, 
Waiting patiently for spring, for birth, 
And for new plants, fresh grass, 
And flowers to munch on. 
Part of me is sympathetic; 
Another part is wishing they’d move on 
And go destroy someone else’s yard…

Wednesday, March 27, 2024

More than one way

To me, believing there’s just one way
 Is every bit as arbitrary as this sign: 
More an attempt to exert control 
Over a confusing situation 
Than an edict set in stone. 
To have the sign point in the opposite direction 
Could be equally effective:
 The unification of movement 
 Toward the objective to be reached 
Is far more important 
 Than the choice to go left or right…

Tuesday, March 26, 2024

Come labor on

What takes an artist 
Hours or days to bring into fruition, 
Nature replicates in multitudes, 
Offering inspiration 
With a sense of gay abandon, 
Yet still we labor on, 
Hoping that our efforts 
Might contribute to the pleasure of the senses…

Monday, March 25, 2024

Glow from within

The late afternoon sun 
Highlights my neighbor’s house 
As I walk the nearby cliff, 
And the edges of the clouds are beginning 
To take on that golden glow. 
I like to think that aging,
 As we approach that golden end of our days, 
Gives us the same glow: 
 The years of hard-won wisdom 
Glow from within…

Friday, March 22, 2024

Fun with abstracts

The fun of abstract art, 
Whether a painting or a photograph, 
Is the opportunity it offers 
 For the viewers, and their imaginations: 
Is this a tender image, protection 
Of a child or of a heart? 
Or could it be someone with a heart of stone?
 Or a portrayal of the difficult obstructions 
 That always seem to interfere with life? 
So many possibilities invite us to examine 
Why our responses differ, 
And from whence they emerge…

Thursday, March 21, 2024

Bewitched by shadows

Early morning, driving by, 
After a long, gray rainy period, 
The sun’s come out, 
And I’m bewitched by the shadows. 
It’s not just the light our tired eyes need, 
Exhausted from the effort 
 Of distinguishing between all the grays; 
The shadows, too, assuage a thirst 
For clarity, for ease, for contrast, 
For clear causality, and for the echoes of beauty
To make a wider mark across the land.

Wednesday, March 20, 2024

Art or craft?

I recently read that those who plan their art, 
Then execute, are craftspersons, 
And that those who begin with a question 
And let it lead to discovery are artists. 
So which am I if I stand at the cliff each day 
To see what colors the sunset will bring?

Tuesday, March 19, 2024

Spring sweetness

Spring brings such simple pleasures:
 Sunlight, birdsong, daffodils glowing, 
The sweet scent of a newly mowed lawn…

Monday, March 18, 2024

Lemonade from lemons

Three deer were gathered 
Just beyond my window — 
Bucks, without their horns, 
So I was waiting for a fight, 
But no: they were just grooming one another, 
So I thought — well, that’s a picture — 
But it’s been a long and salty winter 
And my windows were quite filthy: 
In full sunlight, the dirt was distracting 
For my camera lens, which only gathered shapes. 
Enter Photoshop: add some color, 
Add some raindrops and some circles, 
And now, though it’s not perfect, 
There’s the hope: that some might call it art!

Sunday, March 17, 2024

An offering of peace

Though winter’s drained the fields of color, 
The balance of the scene remains the same:
 The silo’s height, the taller trees, 
The mountains in the distance — 
All catch our eyes as we drive by, 
An offering of peace in a challenging week.

Saturday, March 16, 2024

Evening song

A burst of color in the evening sky 
 And the day draws to a close. 
Whatever stresses we’ve encountered, 
Whatever pains, whatever joys 
May not subside, but will be softened 
By the soothing wand of sleep. 
Fluff the pillows, let it go: 
Any resolution needed 
Can be put off till the morning. 
Close your eyes and step into your dreams.

Friday, March 15, 2024


One thing experience taught me 
Early on, in a troubled marriage, 
Is that — for me, at least —there is 
 More freedom within structure. 
So it should be no surprise to discover 
Echoes of that lesson in my paintings: 
However freely I swing my brush, 
I always seem to want to add definition; 
The verticals and horizontals 
Seem to give my eyes and heart 
A safe place to land.

Thursday, March 14, 2024

Sunset returns

And now, at last, earth’s orbit’s placed us 
Back in sight of the sunset’s path, 
And we rejoice again to see 
Her glorious color enrich our world.

Wednesday, March 13, 2024

The lonely road

Some roads there are 
That must be walked alone: 
Whether long or short, 
The steps you take will be at your own pace; 
You’ll only see what your eyes are willing 
To drink in at the expense of thoughts; 
Only hear the sound of birds and waves 
If you can tune out the sounds of your own 
Fears and reminiscences; 
Only have the strength to keep on going 
If you remember to breathe...

Tuesday, March 12, 2024

Beyond the storm

It can be hard to remain calm 
 With the dark clouds looming; 
Easier to succumb to the doom and gloom.
 But though it’s wise to prepare 
For the troubles that may arise,
 Let’s try to maintain focus 
On the possibilities and hope that lie hidden 
 Just beyond the impending storm.

Monday, March 11, 2024


If there are barriers,
 Keeping you from where you wish to go, 
Keep walking: eventually you’ll find 
A way around the obstacles: 
A gate, a bridge, a path to your objective.

Sunday, March 10, 2024

Cloud gratitude

I delight in the endless complexity of clouds:
 The fact that so much beauty happens 
 Without input from me 
Calms and reassures me: 
There’s so much out there, still, to be grateful for,
 Despite all the troubles in the world…

Saturday, March 9, 2024


I don’t believe I noticed 
At the time I took this picture 
 How perfectly it captures 
The mood of 2021; 
The quiet desolation 
Of a year in isolation 
With no immediate prospect 
 Of a viable future 
And hope slowly dying on the vine…

Friday, March 8, 2024

Nature’s art

All nature is an artist, 
Far more industrious than we, 
As her work’s always evolving, 
And her galleries are everywhere we look.

Thursday, March 7, 2024

On empathy

Watching through the snow 
As the deer graze on our lawn, 
I shiver a bit in sympathy for them, 
Standing in the cold. 
I don’t, however, believe 
 That that’s my mirror neurons firing; 
It’s just simple projection; 
Imagination at work. 
True empathy goes deeper, 
Resonating in the heart, 
 And somehow working to erase 
The barriers between us; overriding separation,
 Awakening awareness of our shared unity
And leading us to ache for their predicament 
As fully as we rejoice in their joy.

Wednesday, March 6, 2024

Being present

The frost accentuates 
Each vein that once gave life and structure 
To this dead leaf, whose ghostly appearance 
Calls to me as I cross the lawn 
In hopes of photographing the sunrise. 
How easy it is to miss the gifts of the present 
While focusing on the future; 
How easy it is, to miss the potential gifts, 
The broadening of perspective we might gain, 
By planning how we might respond 
Instead of being fully present 
And listening to what others have to say…

Tuesday, March 5, 2024


Our neighborhood shares a cliff walk — 
The remnants of a long ago road 
 That fell into the sea a few decades back. 
But like so much of the life that we love, 
It is vulnerable: the fierce winds and rain 
Of the previous weekend 
 Have claimed another foot of its border. 
Though the path is still there, and still safe, 
Way down below, on the beach, we can see 
The remains of the trees 
 That once stood at its edge, and we gasp 
With the shock of it: How the mighty have fallen…

Monday, March 4, 2024

Have pity

My cat supervises 
 The snow-coated raccoon 
 Through a window dripping 
 With wet fallout from the sky, 
Annoyed, as always, 
 To be sharing his kibble with this stranger. 
But how can we not take pity 
On those who are cold and wet 
And without shelter?

Sunday, March 3, 2024

Messengers of the sublime

All nature reaches out to us,
 But we, blinded by our earthly objectives,
 Fail to see 
What lessons might be learned 
From these supposedly inanimate 
Messengers of the sublime.

Saturday, March 2, 2024

Longing to bloom

These days, these cold and wintry days, 
Our sunshine comes, not from the sky, 
But flowers: golden daffodils, 
Who somehow understand it’s time to bloom, 
And lift their lacy heads despite the cold; 
Even the snow cannot restrain 
Their bright exuberance. 
Something within me also longs to bloom, 
But seems content to wait a little longer. 
Perhaps it is a Rhodie, or a rose; 
I pray it won’t decide 
 To wait, like a chrysanthemum, 
 For spring and summer days to fade, 
Until the Fall…

Friday, March 1, 2024

Strange beauty

All nature’s beauty beckons us,
 Inspiring us with her complexity,
 Challenging us with her constant mutability,
 Reassuring us with her adaptability;
Her constancy and endurance.
Shakespeare said it best: like Cleopatra,
“Age cannot wither her, 
Nor custom stale her infinite variety.”