Hello, October


Pond blinks,
under October
as landscape begins
to change. Or that
is just eyes
grown used
to gritty air.
But here,
freely, widely 
do the encircling,
while water
shines or clears
of sun-leaves,
ripples, swans’ feet.
Pass a wine-stained,
love-stained vine
winding a tree,
a melancholy,
a potion. Yes
and no. Leaves
know only
their going,
not the pacing
of minds. Sit
on a stone
by water. Pick up
driftwood birch
with its dark
inscriptions, but
look elsewhere.
Hear the greens
crackle behind
you. Pond wind
fans bright,
cold coming fire.

Bring: a fall poem


for SD and Pond St.

Some intentional choice
of particular flowers
and hanging containers
of sweet good will
bring hummingbirds.
The one that visits
my friend’s deck outlined
in temptation beautifully
lives in flickers,
feeds itself in glimpses.
In an abundant garden
I walk past, there hovers
feather-bright metal art,
the hummingbird god itself,
with long-toothed, triumphant
wings lifted over its earth,
where summer mauve
coneflowers darken into
their own gold-brown eyes,
and blue hydrangeas crackle.
This bird must hold all
my friend’s small gem left
behind in flight, the price
of bearing seasoned witness
from the formal border of time.

I do not know the name of the artist featured throughout this wonderful garden, but I’m a fan.

Creative Nature: Shape and Color I

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Nuances of shape and color when the summer pinks fade are just as beautiful as the variations of  autumn colors arriving. Flow out, flow in. Nature offers changing Creative gifts, and we offer our attention in return.

Photos by Me.

With sincere thanks to the gardeners of Pond Street in Jamaica Plain, MA for the artistry of their abundant gardens and their wish that passersby have pleasure.