Familiar & familial --

faces are everywhere.  It's the very nature of living -- things & ideas.  Ah, those eyebrows tufts, wouldn't they win over the heart of ice.  Speaking of ice, do you know how to make persimmon ice?
Speaking of heart, do you know the best way to edit an haiku?

Life reflected

is a palpable landscape, for sure.  Imaginative, too.  Much like a recipe with substituted ingredients. Like a poem edited so its inverse is witnessed.  

An abstract rendering of a persimmon

persimmons will soon be unavailable 

except as memory

which is an excellent fall-back plan

as is anticipation

now

I'm gearing-up for asparagus

fava beans

& any poem 

which chooses 

to appear

It's a new decade

and I'm running toward what feeds me.  Sometimes, persimmons are the thing itself.  But don't you think a persimmon is also a dandy word.  While I'm at the Bancroft Succulent Gardens, it's the image of that persimmon tree in winter with a few pieces of remaining fruit, beyond reach that touches me.  I'm sure birds are grateful they have wings.  

Intentions

may all
intentions
honor
the light
& the dark

The end of the year is auspicious.

The end of the year signals the beginning of the next and almost always involves a window.  Liquid art.  What frames intentions better than a window.  If you be lucky, a cat, too.  Also, a  piece of proper toast with olive oil will do nicely and coordinates well with any poem which may appear.   Ring a bell for good measure.

The center is ever forming

No gesture can quite capture (nor should it) a center.  Nor what flows from it.  Mystery is just this
-- small as a sky, large as a pebble, and the source of each haiku.  Think of this tonight, as you pour your best friend a glass of wine.