From the sliding door window, looking toward Mt Diablo. If I were an eagle soaring, I would zoom in on the Mariposa Lily (or butterfly tulips). Those showy Calochortus. Three blood spots in the shape of hearts. The winged feasts on beauty.
Which words are eagle-like? Which like Mariposa lilies? What beauty shall I taste today?
Surfaces
ReplyDeleteLately the idea of remembering is urgent--
and so it begins with the walk down her old road
full of trees and the river down the hill
Children run across the blatant field with baseballs
and the crack of a rifle behind the barn stops our laughter--
who minds the cats as they hide in the bushes
their eyes like peeled peaches, full of hope