[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

[at the manicurist]

July 20, 2013 § Leave a comment

["… the fundamental questions of poetry…" the book’s dust jacket said]

Even the nail polish is fundamental as its little tiny atoms circle each other like planets, making of each other their own stars.

[first katydids]

July 18, 2013 § Leave a comment

First katydids
under the shade of the tree
across the yard

[in the rain]

July 6, 2013 § Leave a comment

Watching the robin
in the rain
and the worm
watch me

[pale slant]

November 7, 2011 § 1 Comment

pale slant of light in the morning and you know
you’ve seen it before and it’s November


September 21, 2011 § Leave a comment

afternoon rain
drops slow as snow flakes

sunny road #haiku

August 10, 2011 § Leave a comment

Sunny road —
cardboard sign leans against a post:


July 22, 2011 § 1 Comment

Crickets turning the trees into bells in the darkness.


June 27, 2011 § Leave a comment

a flute starts up behind me —
time to go

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