Friday, December 31, 2010


Photo/Collage by S. Auberle
"All things you see will be changed,
and out of their substance will make other things
and again others, so the world may be ever new."
~ Marcus Aurelius
May your new year be filled with peace, laughter and poetry...

Saturday, December 18, 2010


Photo by S. Auberle
In January, I wish for you black, velvet skies
with a million, dazzling stars.
In February, may you walk beneath them
a loved one's hand in yours.
For March, let fresh winds bluster
through you and clear out the old,
and may April's halo of tender leaves
inspire you to new growth.
A dance 'round a Maypole
is my wish for you in Spring,
and a field of June blossoms to nap in.
July, may you know quiet coves
and endless hours to spend there.
For August, I wish you a blue lake to sail on,
September, a fiesta
of orange, red and gold.
In October, may that harvest moon
paint your nights with light,
and the soft gray of November
enfold you in stillness.
At last, comes dark December,
and my wish for you then,
and always, is peace...
Warmest holiday greetings to all...

Saturday, December 11, 2010


Photo/Painting by S. Auberle
two dark
delicate shapes
crossing the snowy road...
under a crescent
of rose-tinted moon
my heart leaps
at the white flash
of their tails
like beacons
in the night...
~ Sharon Auberle

Thursday, December 09, 2010


Photo by S. Auberle
Handel's concertos on the radio
followed by afternoon news:
another valiant woman
has died this day.
A slim crescent moon
shines in sunset skies,
a poem knocks
at the door
in this darkest time of year.
What shall I do
with the poem, with this moon,
with the music, her death
and o, what shall I do
about all this darkness?
~ Sharon Auberle
In Memoriam: Elizabeth Edwards

Sunday, December 05, 2010


Photo by Edward S. Curtis - 1903

Though I saw many, many beautiful places on my recent trip to the Southwest, I was most moved by the words on this post card I found in a trading post in Monument Valley, Utah. The photo of Chief Joseph, the leader of the Nez Perce tribe was taken upon his surrender in 1877, when he spoke these now-famous words:
"From where the sun now stands,
I will fight no more forever."
As we approach this holiday time of peace, I believe these are words to remember.