rain, and a dark moon      a nuthatch breaks seeds      on the limb of the lilac                 Continue reading

the wind tastes of ice and it is only September wind in the trees whisper whisper I am reproached each day the same challenge      wake up           Continue reading

The year has entered its change, sizzling one day, chilled the next. Even the goldfish feel it, madly spawning one last time, leaping out of their world into mine. The neighbors’ house goes up, power tools in the afternoon, hammers and saws and bare- chested men.  The close-mown fields bloom with footballers, bright and loud;… Continue reading

It is a blue-and-green day. While I sleep, meteors fall. My life replays in dreams. The phone is dead, an open line that registers as busy-busy-busy. The yellowjacket nest beneath the porch buzzes-buzzes-buzzes. Watch your step. It is a blue- and-green day. Blue sky. Blue clematis. Blue delphinium. Green everywhere. It is Fair Week. Fireworks… Continue reading