Carol Bass

a continuous flow of feelings and color, inspired by the beauty around us

slicing carrots


next to a vase of daffodils

my life explodes with joy 
orange carrots next to sensuous deep yellow
I can hardly breathe, the beauty takes over
God has placed us among banana leaves so green,
the soul glimpses paradise


hummingbird and sprinkler


the cows are dancing

parched plants clinging to last green
we turned on the back yard sprinkler
suddenly so many birds 
wrens, titmice, cardinals flittering in the dripping
hummingbird darting back and forth
through banana leaves to fence post wire
two lizards, too
all beings playing
like God intended 

I imagined an isis man sitting 
on our porch, both of us
watching the hummingbird

I asked if he remembered those other worlds 
where he was part of the music  
I asked if he could drop the fear and help with love 
I saw him actually smile


New Year's Hawk

pindo palm

the cardinal mother, our sister
with mysterious wisdom

choosing a palm we planted last year,
toward the end of one drooping frond
capable of good rocking,
she constructed a hidden home 
while eggs were forming in her belly
she knew about protection 

moss, dried oak leaves, pine straw, a bit of fabric
comfort, security 
a universal knowing 
of the wind, rain, and sun
of the bird
of the tree


darting mind


from Guggenheim to Australian Poetry
green, so green, waving banana-leaf shadows 
to machinery grumbles in a field across the marsh, 
birdsong and summer clouds to quiet 
here we go

fan, green, silent heat....
studio time
minutes to love
return to other worlds
of God and breath 
painting paper any way 
tearing into objects of no boundaries

love too small a word
for crickets, katydids, butterflies, tide, children
friends, woodpeckers, cardinal's nest
maybe if I say it this way
love, love, love, love, love..........





sometimes I'm large 
a bunch of marsh grass in gooey mud
snails sticking to me
egrets searching through 
tides rolling over, covering me for hours 
this morning I'm small
a banana spider on a porch that wasn't here last year
weaving webs over and over 
'cause mine have been ripped from the porch by the owner

also, I'm a batch of glue  
holding down ripped paper on a collage,
red brushstrokes so near 
green circles around me
painted by an artist trying to capture
spider, grass,
tide and mud




the turning day


all week I was stretching fate
pouring the milk and hoping…
today we fell over the edge
me, the coffee, the milk

such a fine cup, made by my son-in-law
with a handle that works
delicious beans from Nicaragua, ground at dawn
waking my wife
but the milk was gone, gone, souring the works
leaving me with no buzz
for the bike


the skink and the cutworm



with my mind, sometimes a finger, 
I trace the paths the creatures travel; flying, crawling
acknowledging the unseen back yard
buntings, tanagers, kites, crows
from sky to marsh grass to trees, around feeders  
through Mexican petunias
squeaky-voiced cowbirds move in 
mourning doves waddle 
marsh raccoons instinctive about tides 

skinks slithering down into rich dirt, searching for cutworms 
tiny marks of bees and hummingbirds
fragile spider movements
which lines thick? which thin?
some blotch, then splash and spot
some short and jagged, ending abruptly 
others long, curvy
disappearing from your mind 

for a moment
imagine this weaving of wavelengths
woven with your own good energy 
walk slowly 
with dreaming
mind's eye 
on the unseen



red-bellied woodpecker


flying miracles

I watch the suet feeder in the backyard 
while Bobby covers the small oak tree out front
where one perfectly round hole is located 

front yard tree
over the roof to back yard suet
back and forth, mama red-belly
flying nuts and bugs to the babies
while daddy roams lush woods for other bugs

backyard pond


the neighbor’s pond

way back and the frogs
from all over have gathered making crazy music
one would question any sanity of sleep, but God
the beauty 
way back in the backyard when the sun goes
dark and wet and wild

Shared Energy


two of them

we call them great white egrets
infinite beings, creatures from our universe
we shared a mystical energy for a few seconds
mystery happens
when stillness opens your heart  

awed by the marsh, the water was rising
thinking about the moon, drawing water hither and yon
how the salty liquid of my body moved, noticing
two lovely creatures, closer, closer