Tuesday, May 30, 2006

invaded by butterflies...

Wake, butterfly –
it’s late, we’ve miles
to go together.

You the butterfly –
I, Chuang Tzu’s
dreaming heart.

Monday, May 22, 2006

a rose from a friend's garden...

The Rose Family

The rose is a rose,
And was always a rose.
But the theory now goes
That the apple's a rose,
And the pear is, and so's
The plum, I suppose.
The dear only knows
What will next prove a rose.
You, of course, are a rose -
But were always a rose.

Robert Frost

Sunday, May 21, 2006

empty vase...

According to feng shui, an empty vase or bowl (or two)
outside your front door, preferrably of pottery, will bring
new beginnings into your life. It is also a cure for homes
that face the wrong direction.

Thursday, May 18, 2006

little cousins...

What are little girls made of?
What are little girls made of?
Sugar and spice, and all things nice;
That's what little girls are made of.
Nursery rhyme

Monday, May 08, 2006


A South Wind—has a pathos


A South Wind—has a pathos
Of individual Voice—
As One detect on Landings
An Emigrant's address.

A Hint of Ports and Peoples—
And much not understood—
The fairer—for the farness—
And for the foreignhood.

Emily Dickinson