Tuesday, January 28, 2014


I remember how,
when we were young and in love,
it was the nape of his neck
that always raised the most tenderness
in me...

Monday, January 27, 2014

The mistletoe still hangs
from the chandelier
above the dining table
in case someone might be moved
to add kisses to the first course.

Thursday, January 23, 2014

at the digital concert

the house lights dim,
the camera catches the audience,
and in the dusky light
the men's evening shirts shine like candles
in a sea of glowing, jeweled dresses

Tuesday, January 21, 2014

Monday, January 20, 2014

Sunday, January 19, 2014

the west wind
is seduced into practicing
 his calligraphy
by the delft blue sky

Saturday, January 18, 2014

the cloister

small birds
cloistered in the
cathedral of cedar branches

Friday, January 17, 2014

Misty Morning

A Small Stone from the Similkameen

A Sandburg fog
mews plaintively
throughout the muted valley

Wednesday, January 15, 2014

a small stone.....

I saw the full moon
balanced on the rim
of the mountain, and
shrouded in evening cloud.

Mysterious, miraculous

Tuesday, January 14, 2014


Catkins and blue sky
in January
cause slight giddiness
in the heart
of anticipation

Sunday, January 12, 2014

day of surprizes

Missed a small stone day
when I shattered my wrist,
but heard Pressler play
(with smiling face and flying fingers),
Mozart and Chopin -
at ninety years of age

two standing ovations
and I clapped
with one hand

Friday, January 10, 2014

another frustration

I hear my mother say,
(as I try to make a collar fit,
rip another crooked seam...)
"put it away for the night"

my DVD won't work......
I'm off to bed to knit
the raveled sleeve of care...

Wednesday, January 8, 2014

Tuesday, January 7, 2014

a small stone from the Similkameen

I begin to notice
the lengthening day
and with a light heart
dine in daylight

Monday, January 6, 2014

I saw the sickle moon last night
sail boldly to the west 
tonight it hides its lovely face
discreet, behind a cloud

Friday, January 3, 2014

A small stone from the Similkameen

my heart hesitates as I reach for the last wreath
 to join with the others, 
covered with Christmas garlands
in the deep, dark dreaming box
I leave it on the wall
a reminder of joyous days
and a poignant portent of spring...
 the roots that gather life....
covered with a garland of snow in their own
deep, dark dreaming box

Thursday, January 2, 2014

A small stone from the Similkameen

blue wonderment

as to what goes on
beyond the kitchen window.

Wednesday, January 1, 2014

A small stone from the Similkameen

Suffused with music
I lay my head on white linen
as Handel and Bartoli caution me
about gathering roses......

and I drift to sleep

Lascia la Spina