my cognitive mantru (aka swimming in MANTRAS)

my pants first shoes second
my feeling alive
my being calm and active

jb
feb.20,06
victoria, bc, canada

spring tells the winter
time for your well deserved nap
my flowers sprout blooms

the spring night wind blows
pipe chimes verse
was it the angels singing…

a monsoon clearing
got up early this morning
a star light star bright…
 

oh the bitter cold
three hundred feet of bitter cold
to ice hut smoke stack

jb, (dreaming of Round Lake)

the late winter wind
is telling the spring flowers
i’m not gone quite yet

the black mondo grass planted
grows and flourishes
Spalding. we love you

jb, march 7th, 06 (2nd anniversary of finding Spalding’s body)

transformations can be simple
clean dishes in the rack
flowers up in the back
 

when the storm blows over
new shoots still on the branches
and calm soft rain falls…
 

ragging morning wind
just a few breaths
and the winter sun arrives

the snow drops are up
early spring rising at five
rainwater ice cold

jb, (dedicated to John Brodie who died in Vermount)

the sunrise says…
how are you today
springing calendar winter

now (wow) our daughter is twenty
could it be that long
since that wintry drive…

jb, march 8,  – j’aimeclaire’s 20th birthday