Backyard Meditations (On Love)

(clicking on the photographs will enlarge them.)

How it goes

Today the rain washes bird shit
off the lounge.

Tomorrow the sun will shine
and I'll lay down again.

Heaven and Earth

On the lawn
the shadow of a bird crosses;
disappearing
as I watch.

I Must...

I love you
but it is hard to avoid attachment.

Does that mean my love is false
and that I only want you?

I must love you as I love the birds
and their shadows on the ground.

Photographs and text Copyright 2008 David H. Roche