Saturday, October 19, 2019

Hints of Fall

California has wind and heat and fires in the Fall. 

However, sometimes we're lucky enough to see hints 

that Autumn is near in the Golden State.

A Ground Squirrel's Squeal

     A Curious Cat (not quite all black)

Then through the trees and in the heart
that feeling that only this time of year
can bring.
Let's slow down and enjoy 
before it is gone

Blessings This Fall 

Friday, August 23, 2019

Saturday, August 17, 2019


Daily we must remind ourselves 

that surprises happen when we 

least expect them. The secret: 

be alert and ready to embrace them.

          Black-crowned Night Heron 
. . .And for the artist to happen onto something
beautiful is a true gift.
     Be prepared.
     Be attentive.
     Be generous--share the gift.

And in light of the word SHARE.
Here is a link to the latest issue of the CRESSET.

(Yours truly is proud and honored to have one of
her cento poems published in this literary review
that hails from Valparaiso University.)


Wednesday, July 24, 2019

Do you Need Something Beautiful Today?

What a day!

I won't get political in these posts, but I will say as
human beings we have a lot to learn about being kind.

                                  Egret In Hiding


        Plumeria In Bloom

                                                      Agapanthus Reaching Out

                                            Nature brings me back to a better place.
                                                       May it also be with you.


Sunday, March 31, 2019


(Nature's) March Madness

An afternoon walk gave me a media card full of flowers.
Yes--call it nature's slam-dunk after all the rain.

                                        And here comes the bunny . . .

                                       Time for a walk and a smile.

Sunday, March 17, 2019


Two days ago . . .

                 March 15th 2019



A Famous Poet Dies In His Sleep


W. S. Merwin was a gentleman--a gentle man. I met 
him only once--once was enough for a memory that
would last me until this day 20 years later.
I had carried around a collection of his poems
since my college days at CSULB.
In 1999 I noted that Merwin would be reading
at the Times/UCLA Festival of Books. That
day I rushed to the Poetry Corner, knowing there
would likely be a crowd.
I spotted him approaching the tent and like any
crazy with enthusiasm poet, words of appreciation
gushed, "Oh, Mr. Merwin, I love your poems!"
      "Good afternoon." He smiled. 
      " I just wanted you to know my favorite. . ."
      "Oh, what poem is that?" When I saw that he
really wanted to know, I pulled out my copy of
Writings To An Unfinished Accompaniment  and
turned to page 22. 
When he saw the book, he mused "that's an old one."
Glancing over the page, recalling whatever feelings
had engender the writing of "Their Week" he asked
if he could borrow the book, "I'll read that poem--I kinda like it."

And so he did.

While he read it, I brought up my camera and very discreetly 
captured an image as I listened. A poor quality photo--but
the moment was captured. After the reading, Merwin signed
the page and handed the book back to me. And now I am
handing on this story to you. 

The memory as fresh as that day: April 24, 1999.

                    Rest In Peace W. S. Merwin
           May you weave the bells of poetry forever.