Summer heat intense enough
to forget the rainy days beyond
the blinding sheets of delirium
framed in flames. The trickle
of the creek shrinks each day
as young cows bring calves down
to shade and well-water
before we gather to wean—
first-calvers looking for relief,
yearning for those days of virginity,
of curious discovery free
from bovine responsibilities.
Never in this world the same,
yet no better mother than a cow—
Happy Mother’s Day!
Posted in Photographs, Poems 2025, poetry, Ranch Journal
Tagged cow, Mother's Day, photography, poetry, weather
The Echinopsis’s delicate, one-day bloom usually occurs around Mother’s Day, reminding Robbin and I how each of our mothers showed us the way.
Happy Mother’s Day!
We haven’t talked in months
in our dreams,
in how we look at things
living and dead—
I see what you see,
even what you thought
you saw
your mother saw
through her own,
and so on.
Everywoman’s chance
to change the world—
the look of things
that lingers
after life has gone
into the hills
dressed in gossamer
night clothes
to rest, to wait
to be seen.
Pot with bullet holes
blooming but one day in May
for someone’s mother.
Posted in Haiku 2015, Photographs, Poems 2015
Tagged Echinopsis oxygona, flower-friday, garden, Mother's Day
With basic implements,
wear a morning burst of pink
for Mother’s Day.
Posted in Photographs
Tagged Eater Lily Cactus, Echinopsis oxygona, flower-friday, garden, haiku, Mother's Day, photographs, poetry
Bud and bloom, flower
for a day, then sigh—
a man needs many cacti.
Posted in Photographs, Poems 2014
Tagged Easter Lily Cactus, Echinopsis oxygona, garden, haiku, Mother's Day, photographs, poetry
Cactus night bloom braves
the sun, but only one day—
for mothers in May.
Posted in Photographs, Poems 2014
Tagged Easter Lily Cactus, Echinopsis oxygona, flowers, garden, haiku, Mother's Day, photographs, poetry
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