IN THE MOMENT (AGAIN)

Photo by S. Auberle

all that is needed

in this moment

is the vase

of four

red tulips

on the

crooked

cat-scratched

table

showing me

how

each morning

they open

night-closed

hearts

wide

to receive

all

that

dazzling

love...

~  mimi

SOME WORDS

 ~ digitalized photo by S. Auberle
~ original photographer unknown

Some words I love from "Tell Me a Story" by Robert Penn Warren:

"Long ago, in Kentucky, I, a boy,

stood by a dirt road, in first dark, and heard

the great geese hoot northward.

I could not see them, there being no moon

and the stars sparse.  I heard them.

I did not know what was happening in my heart."

~  Robert Penn Warren

1905- 1989

AMONG THE ANCIENT APPLE TREES

Photo by S. Auberle

twisty

insect-ridden

apple tree

lurid limbs

ancient now

doomed

for chainsaw

bent companions

in broken rows

all future mulch

yet...

there is now

this moment

of honeyed air

and pale sun

tugging forth

a few buds

Dylan's green fuse

coursing up

the withered roots

small

redemptions

still unfolding

one petal

at a time...

~  mimi

AMONG RUINS

Photo by S. Auberle~  RiverHouse Ruin on the San Juan in Utah
These two pieces will be part of a forthcoming exhibit entitled
"Looking for America."

AMONG RUINS

Once in awhile, out in the desert,

comes a day when anything can happen.

A moment when you lose yourself

in that pool of light just at the horizon,

when you can see time

running backward in a lizard's eye,

when a voice seems to murmur

from crumbling hilltop ruins:

approach with respect

the land you tread on

was once my bones...

Comes a day when stones speak

and you understand,

an instant when you know Coyote knows,

when old pottery once buried in the earth

fills your heart with words:

look, the sky is round above you

like my red bowl

like time in its circle

like the Earth

holding all our bones...

~  Sharon Auberle

EARTH DAY 2012

Photo by S. Auberle

remember, please...

I SHOULD HAVE KNOWN

Photo by S. Auberle

I SHOULD HAVE KNOWN 

from the day I was born

it was love
that would do me in

and these Spring trees

dressed in that tender shade

of green that could break

your heart if you let it

a lone daffodil

blooming at the edge

of dark woods

vulnerable

and doesn't know it

or maybe so

and doesn't care

my tulips, brave

red soldiers this morning

covered in snow

a north wind

bending them low

some days

it's almost more

than I can bear

all this love

all your love…

CONVERSATIONS ACROSS BORDERS

photo by S. Auberle

* from a work in progress

in the ever present

stench of war

a fragrance

of first violet

rises

on the spinning air...

I am currently involved in a fascinating project called Conversations Across Borders, which pairs up writers from around the world to collaborate on a piece of creative writing.  Too long to go into the details of this wonderful organization, but check out their website for more information:

www.conversationsacrossborders.org  and go to "CAB" Project. This is a part of  the ongoing work I'm doing with my writing partner, who lives in Australia.  

BLUE DOOR IN LODI

Photo by S. Auberle
for R.M.

Find a blue door,

come on in,

if it be winter

I'll warm you there.

In summer

follow the fresh wind

you'll know how

to find me then,

that little shadow

out in the harbor

tacking into

a westerly...

that's what you said

when I asked how,

without a map,

could I ever find you again?

~  mimi