Posts Tagged ‘Muir Woods’
First of all, thank you so very much to all of you for your kind words of praise for the last post pairing featuring Ruth Bavetta’s poem, “Autumn Harvest.” It was a pleasure to be able to break open my very first pomegranate and I can’t wait for next year’s harvest. Stayed tuned for more of Ruth’s talent featured here in the months to come.
Also, for those of you who requested seeds from my ‘Black Hollyhock’ plant, I will be picking up the padded envelopes today, packing and mailing tomorrow. There are still some seeds available, so don’t hesitate to speak up if you’d like some. And now, I’m off to get busy on the remainder of the year. There are three papers to write, the final to prepare for, lots of year-end business to attend to at work and the big bad holidays are coming. It’s a busy time for everyone so, however you choose to celebrate, avoid, or survive the holiday season, I wish you all the very best of winter cheer…until we meet again.
Many thanks to all of you for your kind words and positive reinforcement following my last post. The collaboration with Ruth was a resounding success and I can’t wait till our next one. I’m sure I speak for both of us when I say that the response from our audience put some much needed wind in the sails. Most of us take photos, write poetry, paint or draw, garden – whatever form the creative process takes – we do it because we love it, audience or no. But, when it brings even the smallest amount of pleasure to someone else – well, it’s a pretty awesome feeling. Plus, I made some new friends. Thank you again, Ruth, for sharing your wonderful words and your kind friends with me. Until we meet again…
Ladies and gentlemen, allow me to introduce a talented poet and artist, Ruth Bavetta. We met online several years ago through a mutual book friend (thank you, Ginnie) and have been corresponding ever since. She has agreed to let me post a few of her previously published poems here on my blog. This is perfect timing, since I’m embroiled in some biochemistry at school and haven’t been up to the task of posting – stay tuned in the days to come as I post more of her work with some of my photos. Enjoy…and Ruth, thank you so very much for sharing.
and so still much to do—
the bending over the bowl
of dough, the mending
of socks worn through the toe,
the paring of peaches, lovely
in their waning.
Statice beyond the glass, lusterless,
like fog against a window, fading
purple blossoms dry
as paper. Dusk is brittle
on my shoulders. I will leave
as I came in, already falling.
~ by Ruth Bavetta
Previously published in Verse Wisconsin Online