Saturday, March 30, 2013


First Warm Day of Spring - Charras


The first warm day of spring
and I step out into the garden from the gloom
of a house where hope had died
to tally the storm damage, to seek what may
have survived.  And finding some forgotten 
lupins I'd sown from seed last autumn
holding in their fingers a raindrop each
like a peace offering, or a promise,
I am suddenly grateful and would
offer a prayer if I believed in God.
But not believing, I bless the power of seed,
its casual, useful persistence, 
and bless the power of sun,
its conspiracy with the underground,
and thank my stars the winter's ended.

Paula Meehan from Mysteries of the Home,
Dedalus Press, reissued Feb. 2013

Street Lamps in the Country of the Clouds

Blossoms by the back wall

Fortified 12thc. Eglise - Is this where God is?

Or maybe he's here, next to the daffodils?

Before the grêle (hail)

Spring air- 
woven moon
and plum scent

Haiku poems of  Matsuo Basho
                                                                            all the more I wish to see
                                                                            in those blossoms at dawn
                                                                            the face of a God 
Grêle (hail) on my window sill

 Hail stones 
 glancing off the rocks
 at Stony Pass

 I was Tangled up in Blue until I went for a promenade in Demeter's backyard...

Sarah Moon - French Photographer*

Sarah Moon
Flowers began to sprout from my head, & I remembered a line from a poem in Dog Music- "So often we are like dogs at a concert, we hear all of the noise and none of the music."

What else could I do, but bark?    or howl at the moon?    or TRANSFORM?

Howling at the Moon - Zanardo

Sarah Moon

*Sarah Moon, "Small is Beautiful" - Galerie Camera Obscura, Paris
"Trois Poètes de la Miniature" - La Mois de La Photo Paris, 2012

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