Time that shines and sparkles.

Shining in moonlight.
The names of the days of the week.Â
The names of the months.Â
The numerals of the years.Â
Individual dates.Â
These things are now the decorationsÂ
on my annual Christmas tree.Â
See how they shine in the moonlightÂ
that comes in through the open window.Â
Time that shines and sparkles.Â
James Lee JobeÂ
Body more perfect than wave,
salt washing the sea line,
and the shining bird
flying without ground roots.
Pablo Neruda
         When I change out my conure's birdseed I scattered the old seed out by our jasmine. As I write this sparrows have gathered to eat the seed and my dog is watching them through the glass patio door. I have a nice coffee and Gary Snyder's translations of Hanshan. A good morning. -JLJ

Carlo Ravaioli (Italy) "Modern Geometry" 2004
Trimming the peach tree.Â
It is late winter, so I trimmed the peach tree.Â
I have an old friend who is a tree-trimmer,Â
and I seem to remember him telling meÂ
that's when to do it; that's when the sap is low.Â
I went all over it, paring back the branchesÂ
that would sag low from the weight of the fruit.Â
The tree is about 12 feet tall now,Â
it was 18 inches when I planted it years ago,Â
back when we first bought this house.Â
Watching it grow has given me much pleasure,Â
and so have the peaches; last year, a drought year,Â
they were small but absolutely delicious.Â
This year the drought broke,Â
it has rained like angels singing.Â
And the tree is trimmed.Â
Spring is a few weeks off yet.Â
I pulled up a chair and sat under the tree for a while.Â
Feel the love, my friend,
I am here for you.Â
James Lee JobeÂ

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