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SOLITUDE 

An afternoon alone.  Children at school, husband at work.  The early spring sunshine lights up the woods across from our apartment.  From the fourth floor, looking down and across, the trees appear to be dusted with a pale green fuzz. I don boots and jacket and follow the call to get closer. 

I walk along a stream, the ground squishy with decomposed leaves. Wild primroses yellow, white, pink–small and delicate, barely noticeable in the leaf debris.  Zig-zagging my steps, the squelching mud splashes inside my boots.  The stream, clear and cold, ticks along, changing its voice as it meets rocks and fallen branches. No sounds except the stream, the snap of twigs, the cheep, cheep of an unseen bird.

  

woodland ramble

neither meditating

nor day dreaming;

just an empty vessel

ready to fill

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Tanka

In Memory of Joseph

09/04/1932 to 03/31/2018

a fork in the road

how often we hear that phrase

yet, in my life

there was a single path

traveled for years with you

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Spring Haiku

jacaranda dusk

a haze of petals

falling with the light

mountain stream

gurgling over rocks . . .

my feet are numb

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   THE WEAVER 

Hand woven rugs at a craft fair.  The weaver, a Navajo woman.  Her dark skin, barely wrinkled, yet she doesn’t appear too young.  Something about the way she moves, the steady calmness that comes with age and experience.  Her long black hair done in a braid down her back, like a thick rope, reaching below her waist.  With slender hands she weaves skeins of wool into motifs imagined and actual, garnered from ancestral traditions and folk lore.

a saguaro shadow– 

sunset colors stretch

across  desert sands

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