The poetry of everyday life.

A Cool, Misty Sunday

The neighborhood air is scented by fresh buds of jasmine. At the plant store, gardenia bushes too have begun to bloom. Arriving back home, the rose bushes are a riot of blossoms. Maggie, my climber and the one with the strongest perfume, also displays the most vivid color. Deep fuchsia. After I nestle the lantana […]

Biking in the Rain

It was raining when I set out but I didn’t mind. I was heading home. I’ll dry off and make hot tea, I thought. Turning to go home the long way around, I caught a whiff of the last few blooms of jasmine. Drops of water tap my helmet and spatter my glasses. The damp […]

Seen and unseen

Biking home yesterday, I stopped on the side of the road. A chaste tree was in full bloom, purple spires punctuating the greenery. I rubbed a leaf to transfer the spicy fragrance to my fingertips. A block farther on, I heard the call of a treefrog from a nearby ditch. I spent several minutes, peering […]

The Rushing of Water

I took my bike ride even later this evening than yesterday. The light had turned blue. The mourning doves had started their calls. As I rode past a drain, I could hear the rushing of water.

A Storm Blew Through

Two and a half months into the stay-at-home. I’ve been biking every day for a month. Today a heavy rain and strong winds meant I went out in the early evening instead of the afternoon. Twigs and wet leaves litter the ground. Yesterday a hummingbird plant was backlit in the setting sun, a burning bush […]

The Color of a Rose Leaf in Autumn

I went for a walk this morning, the first in a very long time. The air was cool, the sky overcast. A neighbor’s bush had a halo of fire. Farther along, a tree with leaves of yellow had a vine, growing high in the canopy, dripping leaves of dull scarlet. Upon closer inspection, its trunk […]