Lemon feathers

Who has ever witnessed such a thing?
Are they migratory?
In which rituals are they celebrated?
Or are they a simple pinwheel waiting breath?
Like a plate, its salad.  Paper a twist, a turn, a stem of words?

Welcome

You have arrived at the seat of questions.  Is a chair ever singular?  When you abstract a chair, where do you arrive?  How odd,  to abstract the chair, the initial image multiplies.  Well, now we know a chair is never singular.  Is the same true of a knife?  A poem?

Let's hope peace is listening

It wasn't until I moved to California...

Fill in the blank... Eucalyptus.  Always live near a tree you love.  A tree you can touch.  Also love the spoon which stirs the soup.  Only use a pen which makes love to your fingers.

Don't get me started on avocados.

Selfie

Golden beets
Ah so soft
& silky
when cooked
add blue cheese
toasted walnuts
drizzle olive oil
twist of pepper
ah, again
the kitchen
dishes out
a poem

Glad for glads

Glads -- short for gladiolus.  Those showy blooms.  Vibrant as seasonal tomatoes. Sophisticated & lusty.  A fitting bloom for any poem.  Any meal.

Fruit and Center

So, here's the inside scoop of how the olive tree views a redwood.  They go right for the center.  Why wouldn't they?  Perhaps not a bird's-eye-view, but one that's pit-centered.  Now, think about the fruit and centers of a poem?  Imagine each letter a pit anticipating its center.  Yup, pits and poems.