grey Monday
a few more poems
read from a book
ordered awhile ago

Each week, I try to read many poets and poems. Different places and times, forms and styles of poetry. Then I write from simple daily life. The poetry is always present, and some images become short poems.

And an older poem:

Contrasts

cold winds in predawn hours
gentle music and a cup of coffee
stir-fried vegetables in olive oil

Autumn so swift this year
time now for a long project or two
let the days grow short, read and rest

clouds hover over small space for sun
wear a bright sweater, look at the gold leaves
store it all for a winter of faith

October 11, 2012