Tilt your head

Just a fact of life and of seeing.  The same is true with feelings, cooking & writing.  And always, always true with writing.  Trunk, branch, sky & implied roots.  Or perhaps, this is a new calligraphy standing firm for  "abundance."

Some landscapes invite you to dream

Here's one such landscape, and she has her eye on you.  Yes, most landscapes are feminine -- at least in the English language.  In the kitchen, the feminine reigns.  Spoons in particular.  When it comes to writing, that's another landscape for dreaming, and again, she has her eye on you.

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