Archive for the Love Category

Posted in LIght, Love, Spring, Water, winter, With Michele Gast with tags on May 19, 2016 by blglick



When Spring Meets Winter
They Kiss, In Colors, In Light,
And Melting Water

Posted in Love, sunlight, Tri-ku with tags on February 14, 2016 by blglick

Now The Physicists
See Gravitational Waves
In Smallest Measures

But I’d Already Felt
Our Waves, Yours and Mine, Echoed
Between and Beyond

Our Own Gravity
Space, and Time Gently Pulling
Our Worlds Close Together

Posted in Death, History, Love, Memories, Spiritual, Tri-ku with tags , , on January 12, 2016 by blglick

Flung Forward By Time,
Willed Life Shattering Into
A Kind of Foundling

It Seems Impossible.
This is Real And That Is Not,
Then Followed By Now

Before and After,
Always Together, Always
Apart, And That Line.

Posted in Dance, Grass, Haiku'd Photographs, Love, Night, Sky, Trees with tags , on January 1, 2016 by blglick
Grass and Trees and Trails
Spreading Out Like Love Under
All the Evening Sky

Posted in Autumn, Love, Memories with tags , on December 17, 2015 by blglick
Grey Hairs, Aches, Pains, And
Memories We’ll Never Share
Love’s Price Gladly Paid

Posted in Autumn, dreams, Family, History, Home, Love, Memories, Morning with tags , , on November 26, 2015 by blglick
Five A.M. Baking,
Bread and Rolls, Like my Father
When I Was a Boy

The House is Asleep,
Now as Then, The Dreams Scented
With Warm Cinnamon

The Kitchen is Ruled
By Wooden Spoons and Wire Wisks
And Long Memory

Posted in Autumn, Family, LIght, Love, Morning, Sunrise with tags , on November 25, 2015 by blglick
At the End of That
Long, Softly Lit Hallway, A
Tall Westward Window

Dawn, Painted Across
The Skies and Trees and Fields
In Blues and Coral

Our Worlds, Separate
Yet Together, Start Again
And I Breathe Deeply

Posted in Love, Morning with tags on November 17, 2015 by blglick
This Morning, Every
Day, All the Time, Like a Pulse,
Life in Thoughts of You

Posted in History, Love, Poetry with tags , on November 16, 2015 by blglick
Words Strung Like Jewels,
Like Paint on Time’s Canvas, Like
Touch Across Distance

Posted in Autumn, Clouds, dreams, Home, Love, Morning, Sky with tags , on November 12, 2015 by blglick
There’s Venus Rising
Above Our Neighbor’s Roofline
Just Before the Dawn

And Clouds Outlined in
Colors too Passionate to
Be Called Apricot

And You Still Abed
And Me, Driving East, Dreaming
Of Home and Day’s End