I cannot hear the sound
from the hummingbirds’ wings,
as they join at the feeder,
nor the conversation between
the leaves on the sycamore
across the road,
beyond and over the fence
we planted in our backyard.
I can, however, use binoculars
to spy the hikers on the mountains
to the east, made visible now
by the recent rains,
the downpours which eliminated
the car dust from the sky.
Light has returned, and tomorrow
it will multiply itself
like it means it.
There’s magic in the desert,
winter becoming spring,
presto, change-o,
feeling like summer,
abracadabra,
wildflowers amid the cacti,
snowbirds on the wing.
Townies feeling it’s theirs again,
like days long past,
when only Angelenos came,
and then just for the weekend.
Not like now, so many Canadians
and their loonies, but they depart,
rushing home for their medi-care.
No need to shop at seven-a-m,
they can take their time about it,
like during the real summer.
No need, either for those shirts,
you know the ones,
with “local” for a logo,
timeshare hawkers off to Mexico.
Closer to real heat now,
pretty soon they’ll button down,
but not yet. This is prime time,
not quite Easter, still room to
pretty things up for the last big holiday,
the Memorial one,
but summer lurks, like a beast,
just around the corner.
So many tunes in
my mind that
do not deserve
my listening time.
Supply always
exceeds my demand.
So happy to realize that
God is not unhappy with me,
that I will love
my dear friends forevermore.
But not a second longer.
Today, I think of
the March birthday ones,
blessing them with
Sprezzatura.
Seeing both myself
and others as divine souls
keeps me more humane,
also leads me to see and
know the value of silence,
to make friends with
calm and stillness.
When my lips are closed,
there’s more room
for my heart to speak.
There’s magic in the desert,
winter becoming spring,
presto, change-o,
feeling like summer,
abracadabra,
wildflowers amid the cacti,
snowbirds on the wing.
Townies feeling it’s theirs again,
like days long past,
when only Angelenos came,
and then just for the weekend.
Not like now, so many Canadians
and their loonies, but they depart,
rushing home for their medi-care.
No need to shop at seven-a-m,
they can take their time about it,
like during the real summer.
No need, either for those shirts,
you know the ones,
with “local” for a logo,
timeshare hawkers off to Mexico.
Closer to real heat now,
pretty soon they’ll button down,
but not yet. This is prime time,
not quite Easter, still room to
pretty things up for the last big holiday,
the Memorial one,
but summer lurks, like a beast,
just around the corner.
Nobody told me
that nobody but me is
in charge of my happiness.
No matter how uncomfortable
some days are,
I realize that I chose them.
I’m having a great day,
or a greater day.
The prospects are endless.
All you need is love.
Maybe a veggie burrito, too.
Oh, and some wi-fi. *
I pray for peace, *
and for calm.
She remains the answer.
to my prayers.
Oh for young love again, *
when I so needed.
the lessons of old age.
The simplest meal,
when it is prepared with love, *
becomes a work of art.
We must have loved before,
in another time, place, existence.
How else explain it? *
Two connected adjustable beds,
two remotes, one body pillow,
a cuddly cat. One love. *
Whenever you have only
a little, I have enough love
for both of us.
I sometimes wish friends joy,
or peace, or hope.
I always wish them Love. *
If everyone in the world
had our love,
there would be no more wars.
When I open my heart
to you, I also open my ears.
Please, continue.
My best friend, my caring angel,
my long patient wife.
My true love indeed. *
Who we are isn’t about
who loves us, rather
who we serve through love.
I take just one look
at my love and I immediately
step into happiness *
Even when I no longer have
many teeth, she’ll still
make me smile broadly. *
When I have only one more
smile remaining, it will be *
just for you.
Silently bless everyone you
meet. Bless them with love.
See how your day improves.
Love everyone, but keep
some at a distance. Keep
a few others really close.
When you find someone to love,
whom loving brings you joy,
find yourself full. *
The reason I love my friends
is a simple one:
they bring me joy.
The secret to long lasting love,
according to BarbPai, is quite
simple: separate bathrooms. *
Say I love you now.
Don’t wait for the funeral.
Now’s when there’s need. *
Do not ask why someone
else cares for you. Just let
the love in.
Just as important as sweet
words of love is the
occasional glazed jelly doughnut.
