In the center of this twiggy heap
you’ll spy a dot of red
it’s the littlest tiniest bug
yes, a bug is what I said!
The littlest tiniest busiest
scurrying as if crazed
HOLD STILL! I ordered grandly
but he raced about, unfazed.
I couldn’t count his legs
they were just a blur
I couldn’t see a wing
scale, feather or fur
so I think it was a bug
bright as cinnamon heart
harrumphing at out-sized humans
who seem not to be all that smart.
It’s leggy and seed-headed
brown where once was green
but the garden this September
is the best I’ve ever seen.
My pear tomato plant
bedecked like Christmas tree
has survived in gold and gaudy
ponderosity.
The humble skull
cannot contain
energies of
the creative brain.
Crowds of ideas
push and shout
and sometimes just
explode right out.
Thanks again to the S.W. Berg Photo Archives
and to the energetic head of Emily Berg Baine.
The air was still
no finch’s trill
no breeze, no voice, no chirp
and so I know
as sun sank low
I heard a tiny burp.
I am so old
that I can remember
a time we decorated
only in December.
What were we thinking?
Why didn’t we see
the whole twelve months
celebratorially?
Thanks again to the S.W. Berg Photo Archives
and to the D.J. Berg sense of celebration.
Sometimes when
you’re singin’ the blues
it only means
you’ve got new shoes.
You gotta admire
you just gotta lean
and catch them while
they’re shoebox clean.
‘Cause nothing teaches better
life’s hard truths
of transiency
than spotless shoes.
With thanks to The Tobe.
Oneupmanship rages
in late garden staples:
the geranium will not be outdone
by the maples.
If dark waters reflect light
does hope persist?
Still on owning darkness
compassion must insist.
If I tell you tomorrow
the sun will surely shine
that makes the loss all yours
and not one iota mine.
I have to share the dark
or my words serve only me
my brilliant advice, my platitudes
condescending mockery.
If I can’t feel with you
your grief and your confusion
the light is mere mirage
a cruel and cold illusion.
We have much loss to face this 9.11 — may we face it squarely.
Curling
Archimedes the caterpillar
Oddments 