DISCOVERY

Digitally altered photo by S. Auberle

"Mistakes are the portals

of discovery."

~ James Joyce

A TURKEY POEM

Photo by S. Auberle

TURKEY

on a warm April day

azure sky

high noon

in my field of dandelions

I am astonished

by the beauty

of a wild turkey

strolling among

the yellow flowers

his feathers

agleam with light

nothing but

light

so right

looking at him

the world tilts

and I

have no choice

but to share this wild

it would have been wrong

not to

~ mimi

A ONE LINE POEM

Photos by S. Auberle

was

there

ever

such

a

yellow?

HAPPY EARTH DAY!

LIFE AND DEATH IN SPRING

Photo by S. Auberle

REQUIEM FOR A TREE

It is difficult, this being

a stranger on earth.

~Sam Hamill

I sit in spring sunshine,

beneath my dying rowan tree.

Only a single branch

is green with life. This year

it must come down,

its broken body

no longer able to blaze

autumn's bright berries,

its work completed at last.

But, from the scarred top

today, finch and cardinal

are singing their nuptial songs,

or a cheerful requiem,

I can't say which.

Perhaps they are the same.

~mimi

WHAT SPRING LOOKS LIKE

Digital painting by S. Auberle

Yes, this is what Spring looks like, just down the road. A carpet of heroic flowers, those unafraid of being covered with a blanket of snow. Which could very well happen yet. But for now, they are bright and brave. Last night there was a short thunder and lightning storm, and about five minutes worth of rain. Afterwards, the spring peepers (tree frogs) sang their hearts out. The sweetest sound...

WAITING

Photo by S. Auberle

chair sits

waiting

for summer

poet sits

watching

the shore

Mother Lake

goes on

forever...

~ mimi

TULIPS THEN & NOW

Photo Collage by S. Auberle

Yesterday we had 3" of snow and howling winds all day. Today, I'm sitting out on my porch, watching the grass green up, hearing the lovely waterfall of melting snow in my downspouts. Such a spring sound! The air could not be fresher, the sky could not be more blue. And cloudless--the only white up there is one circling, translucent gull, backlit by the sun...exquisite.

AN OLDIE

Photo by S. Auberle

NO HALO

Not supposed to write

poems about angels,

so my writing teacher says.

No sunsets, roses, rainbows, doves...

hard realism, he says.

But I like angels.

Grievous, fallen, tarnished,

those flying too close to the ground,

like this one I found today

in the second-hand shop

on the shelf marked "damaged goods."

Serene, exquisitely so,

and I could find nothing wrong

till I turned her upside down and read

angel with no halo.

Whatever she'd done

to lose her halo, it was nothing

I hadn't done too,

or at least seriously considered.

Damaged goods? Who isn't?

~ S. Auberle

Going through some old photos, this angel spoke to me today, so since nothing new has popped into my head, I thought I'd let her have her say...she's a recycle, but she IS green...

From Crow Ink, 2009 Little Eagle Press

HAPPY EASTER

Watercolor by S. Auberle

A most joyous

and glorious

Easter

to all!

LIVING OUT LOUD

Photo by S. Auberle

"If you ask me what

I came into this life to do,

I will tell you:

I came to live out loud."

~ Emile Zola