Monday, March 27, 2017


Herbert George Purington
September 22, 1924 - March 28, 2016

The grandfather's whistle
in the antique apple tree
last year's oriole

Stonewall builder -
on the backs of his muscled hands
thick veins meander

Mending fences -
long chat with the neighbor
whose cows are in our corn

Family Farm

On his birthday
the white-haired man who is my father
passes around
a wedge of tree trunk –
wide growth rings, narrow ones

On his way
to somewhere far
the man with white hair
brakes for a turtle on its way
to somewhere near

Faces I Might Wear

Monday, February 27, 2017

The Climbing Tree

A view of the silos, barns, and house, with the ancient Climbing Tree in the foreground. Photo by Jim on February 17, 2017.

Tuesday, February 7, 2017

February 2017 Tanka

The phone lines
that should carry
your voice
sag with ice
this unfinished scarf,
I never could get
I the tension right

This warm kitchen
and a fragrance of
as familiar
as the pattern of
on my
my grandmother's

A perfect storm
snowflakes fall
straight down
indoors, outdoors
the balance of this
somehow shifting