Happy December

Nino, Christmas eve_o

They’re few,
so hold them close —
the final hours
still clinging to the calendar, for ours
are those short-lived bright moments
that we touch
without a hope of keeping them.
They fleet,
and yet remain,
and reappear with such
stark clarity —
it sweeps us off our feet,
when in the midst
of winter’s endless plain
we glimpse our summer,
children once again.

 

© 2013 Sasha A. Palmer

Image: © 2016 Nino Chakvetadze, reproduced with permission.

Happy November

Old man and boy, autumn, Nino's art

Keep this November
with its farewell cry
of wild geese flocks
against the ashen sky,
with rusty gold
beneath the shaking trees,
the smoky air
the rain —
pick all of these
small tales of autumn
that will soon depart,
press them between
the pages of your heart.

For this day too
will join the leaving skein
of days that were,
will never be again.

 

© 2013 Sasha A. Palmer

Image: © 2017 Nino Chakvetadze, reproduced with permission.

Happy October

Going to school, autumn, Nino's art

Holy is this fall
with its sparkling leaves
coming down on us
from the maple trees.
With its dazzling smile
midst the clouds of gray
holy is this sun…
Blessed is this day.

Carpe diem, friend,
for they come and fleet—
yester days and leaves—
dust beneath our feet.
While today is here
let us simply be.
Carpe diem, come,
catch this day with me.

 

© 2013 Sasha A. Palmer

Image: © 2018 Nino Chakvetadze, reproduced with permission.

Happy September

Nino's art, Kite

I’ve no weight,
I’m a kite,
fly me high,
hold on tight,
don’t let go of my hand,
bye-bye, land!

I’m air,
I’m light,
I’m day,
I’m night.
Watch me how I go whee!
Fly with me?

Burning bright,
burning clear,
from this world disappear
in the blink of an eye
you and I.

 

© 2013 Sasha A. Palmer

Image: © 2017 Nino Chakvetadze, reproduced with permission.

Happy August

Boy and dog, starry night, Nino

I would have said,
no, we could not explain
the physics of the lightning,
or the rain,
stars galloping
across the endless sky…
I would have said,
no, we could not tell why
the world would trade its green
for gold, and fall
onto the earth
we treaded with our small
bare feet of childhood.

No, we surely could
not ever tell.
We simply understood.

 

© 2014 Sasha A. Palmer

Image: © 2015 Nino Chakvetadze, reproduced with permission.

“beyond the white cloud, atop the green hill…” (poem)

Boy and girl on a bench, Nino's art

We knew from the start
that the game wasn’t fair,
yet we played anyway,
pretending that childhood
would always be there,
just a bike ride away.

But where is it now?
It’s over,
over the fields of clover,
beyond the white cloud,
atop the green hill…
It is there still.

It lives in that place—
non-existent, abiding—
where it’s always July,
where cross the lush summers
two bikers are riding,
just two kids: you and I.

 

© 2014 Sasha A. Palmer

Image: © 2017 Nino Chakvetadze, reproduced with permission.

Happy July, kids, and happy 4th, America!

Happy June

Angel and baby

Good night, sleep tight,
the sky is bright, the Moon is lit,
your dreams are light…
The fairies bring them on their wings
along with other magic things,
like childhood, wonder, innocence.
To grownups they
don’t make much sense,
but you, you do know what they are.
You wait for creatures from afar
to come and dance
on your front lawn
all night, until the break of dawn…
but they will not come out and leap
until you, kids, are fast asleep.
So, close your eyes,
and count to ten,
and I will sing to you again…

 

© 2012 Sasha A. Palmer

Image: © 2013 Nino Chakvetadze, reproduced with permission.

Happy May

May, Nino's art

I know…
Still, be that as it may,
I’ll bloom my heart out
come sweet May,
then petal-light
I’ll fall and flow
where all spent hours
and flowers go…

Yet till the end
my fate I’ll tease
while days of May
will past me breeze.

 

© 2016 Sasha A. Palmer

Image: © 2017 Nino Chakvetadze, reproduced with permission.