Archive for December, 2015


Tongue In Cheek – Enough Already!

As a latina
I take exception
to the phrase
White Christmas

How about an Ecru Christmas
or a Beautifully Bronzed
Caramel Lustered
Birthday of the Supreme
Being of your choice?

Frankly, I plan to have
a joyous Christmas
celebrating with my friends (and family)
who are Hindi, Buddhist, Muslim,
Zen, Greek Orthodox, Roman Catholic,
Episcopalian, Presbytes, Jews, Quaker,
Amish, Atheist (Paco, did I miss anybody?)
Wiccan! and that crazy lady down the block
from Puerto Rico with the chicken heads and candles

It will be White – it will be Joyous –
it will be about Christ – and that’s the way it goes.

The year will pass and soon it will be your turn
to celebrate your Being of choice using any colors you like.

Love to all.

Chagall 2015

For a moment I think
it’s snowing till
I realize it is
the frenzy of static
that separates beings
made visible this day
by gray wan light.

Chagall 2015

Barely fingertips
Two hearts well to carve moments
Spied till curves straighten

Chagall 2015

Life is a string of goodbyes
so longs for now
without interim hellos

I leave behind all who I’ve been
for the sake of who I become
with each parting embrace

Richer for the memory I mine
to uncover the nuggets
which fund my perspective

Absolutely
we’ll get together

Forgetfulness –
a life-shaping quality

Chagall 2015

Haiku For Haiku

Timeless being first
Then every man and woman
Here is God’s reserve

Chagall 2015

Timeless being first
Then every man and woman
Here’s reserved for Gods

Chagall 2015

The Immediacy Of Intimacy

Sunday early eve
eastern standard
time

Her parents are old
but still alive
and mine are still
quite dead

We both hang on
we four

Plus others within
our gravity

We call
family

Our love traces
many roots
to get here

We are leaves, we are buds
on a tree growing

Sunday early eve
eastern standard
time

Chagall 2015

Tia Dora

She passed, the lady
who crocheted scarves
for favorite toys

Stuffed pandas sported
lilacs and greens
snug against cold
muffled happy in sound
wool splendor

Her nieces and nephews
all loved her
lined up like urchins
in top hat and dragging tails

Life cleaves carved
runners in the snow
they fade behind
or loom before
who is certain
in the blur
crinkle of snowfall
a solitary bell

She nods, beckons
Godspeed, good night
clutching her bag of yarns

Chagall 2015

She said You have a good ear

My mind choked on the flood
of potential and witty retorts

Instead all I said was Thank You

Chagall 2015

slow moving clouds golden linings frilly peach
white edges glide through blue sky
i dance like a zephyr
in treetops i listen
frosted wintry stars
ancient calls to yonder
window breaks she reaches
my hand slips she falls
falling backwards

in midair

float
gently
down
to
the ground

Chagall 2015