On That Day

Posted on September 11, 2012by apronheadlilly

One of the most horrifying news photos from that day

The towers, a matched set, an invincible imprint
set against an Atlantic horizon,
immovable steel hemmed in by city planning.
Streets, vendors, subway lines, muggers,
offices, traffic lights, and schools.
Bipeds, quadrapeds, and no-peds.
Planes like arrows fly and pierce;
flames like wicked wings beat the air, and then they fall—
one by one, two with hands linked.
Silent the fall, inferno above and beyond
an innocent blue.

Shooting in the Desert

Posted on September 10, 2012by apronheadlilly

                                     9-9-12 Another wonderful cloud day, and rainbows, too.

Rainbows and rain,
promise and blessing, swirling in fomenting skies
with me and the coyotes parked in the desert,
vulnerable
but having too much fun to care.
Bolts and forks and stomping giants above my head . . .
click, click, click.
Adrenaline, serotonin, and souls captured in my camera.

Last Night’s Cloud Party

Posted on September 9, 2012by apronheadlilly

. . . at least a part of it. More to follow.

My Meta Metaphor

Posted on September 8, 2012by apronheadlilly

Well, now,
I have filled all your feeders, and I’ve cleaned up your messes.
I’ve protected you from rats, cats, and this and thats!
You pleasure me as I view from my prized place, my all-seeing window, but . . .
the question would arise:
Why do you scatter when I open my door to you,
open my life to you, fill your spaces with warm words full of love and provision?
Why must I view through a double-pane? A double pain?
If I go out, you wait in the trees, holding aloof, half ignoring, wary,
willing to eat but not to come close,
willing to drink but not while I’m present—too much of me there, I suppose.

. . . I’m sorry, Lord, did You say something?

Hope is a Prayer . . .

Posted on September 7, 2012by apronheadlilly

Having a clinging, nails dug in kind of plea,
a bruised knee kind of prayer,
Overwhelming the inner pain with cleansing tears
and constant “please Gods,”
Pressing in to Someone stronger than my impotence,
more capable than my imagination allows,
Expectation firmly fixed in spite of contrary evidence
and plaguing doubt.

For more orchids . . .

For more orchids, you can view a slideshow  at my other blog:

http://apronhead.wordpress.com/2012/09/03/aliens-and-muppets/

Orchids,Orchids, Orchids

Posted on September 2, 2012by apronheadlilly

Our last hurrah before school took us once again to Santa Barbara. If I was a multimillionaire, I would live there–as a maid! That being said, they have so many things to pleasure the senses.

These orchid pictures were taken at a place called Santa Barbara Orchid Estates, which is really appropriate since they grow orchids and they are in Santa Barbara!

After the orchid place, we got lost trying to find our way back to the freeway and ended up driving up hills on tiny streets with gazillion dollar homes on either side and a fabulous view of the blue Pacific. Incredible! The only thing that keeps me from lusting too badly after their homes is the consolation I get from knowing I am much further inland if a tsunami hits.

                                                                        ORCHcat

I know I’m wicked, but I’m working on that. I should be thankful for what I have; and afterall, I have just as much sand as they do, it’s just not attached to water.