A Sonnet-Ode to Ovid on Departing from Exile

A Sonnet-Ode to Ovid on Departing from Exile It is known that you were captive on your way, Some say, a captive stray to your exile. Were you tempted then, by the seaside sway Of other fates all the while? Did you chance to see, recalled from your wilting while There, above the swirling cape, a…

To Brigit, Between Winter and Spring

The granite mountain was silent, The wind sounded on the plain, Birds flew their bent, Fine horses snorted and strained. How lofty the mountain, How low the plain, How dear the heart’s fountain, Surging again. Would it wither in the heights? Or be scattered upon the plain? Did they escape the ashes of desire, by Burning in…

Sonnet on a Tree in Fall on a Busy Street

A tall and slender tree beside the street Reaches up to the sky with branches bright And brightening where they the sun do meet, Encouraged by warmth and light to greater height. And up they reach, though the chill of fall arrives, And winter, at times, does whisper down from on high, From a perfect…

Sonnet on a Hot Day in Late Summer

The not yet fallen sun evokes a scene Fit for an impressionist’s painting hand: A scene too bright to be a dream, Of textured strokes loosely planned, Of a lakeside view on glinting waves, And of children with sandwiches and gazing men -Bass and slow-developing octaves- Not exactly wise, but with much in their ken. Forgotten…

Approaching Los Angeles on a Rainy Day

    Approaching Los Angeles on a rainy day [To Federico Fellini] Lost streetlights line electric heels, red and white, Gritting glamour in the glittering night, While wild palms overlook fuchsia designs, Flowing with teal in oceanic lines, And, here and there, solitary neon beams Make splashes of watercolor, mixing dreams And memories in the…

Sonnet on a Scarf (Re-Imagined After G. Klimt)

A colorful scarf, like a tree in bloom, Ripples in the air-a gesture to the moon- And seems somehow to shine with a secret light: A gift of radiance in reflective night, That here conceals, there reveals, curving lines, That flow like waves, and flood as each unwinds. And as each its darkness does unfold,…

Sonnet on a Day at the End of Summer

    On a sunny day, Dandelions basked In a planter box, drenched in pure sunlight, As if woven in ever-bright damask, With silken blooms placed here left, there right.   But then, a cool breeze played upon them, With a chill reminiscent of autumn, Whispering soft in petal, leaf, and stem All declines under…

Sonnet on Apples in Late Fall

Along with summer oranges and berries New warmth brings blossoms from the apple tree, And from the depths, the season soon carries An inner sweetness to an airy sea, Until, in autumn, a distant sun looks down Which, with pure, pale light observes the bee, Moving with sure intent from tree to tree, Now seldom…

Sonnet on a Napkin with a Floral Design

Embossed with flowers, from a factory, Comes this white, mass-produced piece of tissue. Its original is past memory, Unknown the drawing hand of its issue. [Make transition to “original” smoother] And yet, one might venture a conjecture By the copy yet dully pressed thereon. For it seems, itself, a pattern of nature: Maternal, toward breathing…

Green Tea

A touch of bitter along with the bright, A green undertone becomes overtone When that certain bitter comes to light, Drawing green images below the foam. But for one who attends it is also sweet, Emerging, as it were, from the yellow bright, So that youth and age seem to meet As if one were…

On a Japanese Teapot

On a Japanese Teapot It is a small, iron teapot from Japan With signs of tradition amid function Cast into a shape with a simple plan Both bold and serene in its conjunction. Though it does not require, it may be viewed As art: one notices or else does not, Inasmuch as it is at…