Sometimes dreams burn to embers,
and, mourning, convictions scatter
like ashes blasted by the wind.
When the fire’s fizzled, though,
and the burn salved,
a tiny bud emerges from the gray,
not quite new
not as fresh
but there –
there! –
nonetheless.
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When the Door Closes 
March 21, 2015 at 2:46 pm
There are so many things I enjoy about your Blog – your haiku, the photos and the topics. I recognized immediately the “ice-plant” in the photo you posted – it has lovely blooms and stains your clothes! I am a California native (now living in Beaufort, SC) and recognize many of the places in your pictures. Your post about Fort Ord tugged at my heartstrings – my father, now deceased, was career military. We were stationed at Fort Ord in the late 60’s and early 70’s and I remembered many days spent traversing the base on foot with friends and spending time with my Father at the golf course on the ridge overlooking the Monterey Bay. I look forward to reading more of your wonderful poems!
March 21, 2015 at 7:00 pm
Thank you so much, Sandra, for visiting and writing such lovely things! It’s so heartening to hear that my art resonates. 🙂
I never knew ice plants stain. This particular variety intrigued me: it looked like a fire was blazing amid ashes! Just another interesting example of the dichotomy that is Fort Ord (which I’m glad will be preserved as part of the CA state park system).
Have a great weekend! The first in Spring!