[fire lit]

August 1, 2014 § Leave a comment

summer night
fire lit
and door
open to the rain

[night thunder]

May 22, 2014 § Leave a comment

only light on
night thunder
keeps my pen from the paper

[Not sure]

November 26, 2013 § Leave a comment

Watching the sky not sure
if it wants to be rain or snow

[night’s snow]

November 26, 2013 § Leave a comment

Hurrying to write about last night’s snowfall
before the last of it melts.

[Flaming red]

November 21, 2013 § Leave a comment

Street lined with flaming red maples
going out one by one.

[begged the rain]

September 13, 2013 § Leave a comment

If I had known the clouds would take summer with them,

I would have begged the rain to stay

[grass by the parking lot]

September 10, 2013 § Leave a comment

[in which the poet has coffee.]

Nothing around me definitive enough to write down —

Not even the cars for once human enough to write about.

Yes, a horse and cart could have brought me here to sit, and at least I would have the horse for conversation.

I could tell it to say “Grass” as it munched between the beds of bushes and very sturdy marigolds.

It would have nothing to say about the fact of what it ate, but the twitch of an ear — that would be enough.

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