It’s very early in the morning. After first light but before Dawn.
winter to spring poetry
Bright chill waves flounce ashoreas bored birds cast an eye on sunlitpebbles…
Portage, Wisconsin — 1983
You’re only partially conscious, treading that thin line of wakefulness and sleep, when you dream about infinite light, the way it…
it might be easier to begin with nightfallthe full day of story, told backwardsdollars and energy un-spending, skies and cells…
in-and-out, the Sun and I fight cottonlonging — I realize you left for yoursmall tasks — to spend time withthe Sun — where there’s…