Rocks, feathers and shells


Cardinal feathers, Sanibel Island shells, sea-smoothed rocks


We Alone
by Alice Walker 

We alone can devalue gold
by not caring
if it falls or rises
in the marketplace.
Wherever there is gold
there is a chain, you know,
and if your chain
is gold
so much the worse
for you. 

Feathers, shells
and sea-shaped stones
are all as rare. 

This could be our revolution:
to love what is plentiful
as much as
what’s scarce.

Stolen Gold: Daffodils

February 24, 2010

“Primroses wear the pale dawn,
The gold daffodils have stolen
From the sun.”
     — Richard Eberhart, from “This Fevers Me”

Daffodils for sale, Pike Place Market

Buckets full of fresh-picked daffodils

Cheerful, yellow daffodils

Speaking Bliss

November 27, 2009

Fluttering leaves

Red maple leaves

“Every leaf speaks bliss to me,
Fluttering from the autumn tree.”
     — Emily Bronte

Yellow maple leaf

“Nothing gold can stay.”
     — Robert Frost

Black and Gold

October 31, 2009


House on North 81st St in the Greenwood neighborhood

Black and Gold
by Nancy Byrd Turner

Everything is black and gold,
     Black and gold tonight:
Yellow pumpkins, yellow moon,
     Yellow candlelight;
Jet-black cat with golden eyes,
     Shadows black as ink,
Firelight blinking in the dark
     With a yellow blink.
Black and gold, black and gold,
     Nothing in between —
When the world turns
     Black and gold,
Then it’s Halloween!