Nothing of noteNot play, nor work.The birds sang songs,The crickets chirped.
What is the power that holds entire oceansfirmly within their borders, never breakingcharacter to burst their boundaries,but once in a blue…
Heavy beesFly low patternsOver thirsty earth.Prop wash dust stormsScatter desiccated petals.Reconnaissance for aPollen payload.
In the cellar, blind potatoes reachghost tendrils toward unseen sun,while overhead loons flyice reconnaissance for open waterin a…
There is a crack in winter’s fist.Hope flows in as daylight,Flaming a mist of willow yellow,Whips of osier red,A promise of green,The pulse of…
Water lies on icesmooth as a lover’s promisebefore betrayal
I brake for birds flying overhead in a flock,deciding whether to stay or go.