Douleurs without zeal,the heaviness of griefAn abiding agonylike Christ’s…
The green things go and then come home on wispy clouds cozy in blue
I have come here to harvest humusfrom the rotten bottom of the compostI left by the apple…
Scents of blooming orchards:
I take the dog out and the birds are chirping,a male and female robinskitter across the driveway.Nothing has changed (for…
A dry twig flies in,like the umpteen thoughts of you…swirling in and out my mind…
Can you hear the spring calling?In the birds, In the whispering leaves, As the wind lingers between them?