Wednesday, April 02, 2008

W.B. Yeats

He Wishes For the Clothes of Heaven

Had I the heavens’ embroidered clothes,
Enwrought with golden and silver light,
The blue and the dim and the dark cloths
Of night and light and the half-light,
I would spread the cloths under your feet:
But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet;
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.

Yeats, when I hear you,
will-o’-the wisp is my feel-
ing; mist in my soul

( haiku and yeats courtesy of a wonderful blog - please visit
94stranger - rainring

The photo I took of my new grandson Toby, comfortably clothed in splendor...

Tuesday, April 01, 2008

keep your bird feeders full,
said Robin Gile, his own name
that of a bird

ah yes, Coyote
croons at foolish lovers out
late after midnight

nesting quail whistles
from the safety of the sage:
time to light the day