Forever Green

Small, green grasshopper,

why did you come inside yesterday?

I picked you up and put you out

only to have you greet me

from the door frame again today.

Clearly you have something

important to convey.

 What that is, I cannot say.

What I can say is this:

“Namaste, small, green grasshopper, namaste.”


Guessing Game

Undecided morning sky

signals with its tinge of pink:

maybe rain, maybe not.

Periodically I check the sky

hoping it will clarify.


A Place To Be

Newly fallen golden leaves join

leaves of years past, now stiff and brown. 

There was a time when they were fresh and green,

their place made possible

by other golden leaves that, in time,

released their hold and found a new place

in the ever-changing order of things.



Walking With Questions

How many leaves can one dog 

sniff on this slowest 

of slow-moving walks?

On how many trees

can he leave his mark before

he’s left enough?

The answer, my friend,

is blowing in the wind

which is moving faster than us.



Two Women, Two Generations Apart

After so many years of teenage dismissal,

imagine my surprise 

when  I got her call seeking my advice.

Imagine her surprise 

when, before launching in,

I asked for her opinion.

Two women, two generations apart,

delightfully surprised

by each other.