Rain again, running down the sky, •
the window, into the roots •
of still uncertain plants… Continue reading →
Yes Seventeen… you know what that means? DING DING DING it’s Haiku Day! We’ll be fine. Mostly. Yes mid-April snow is fine. I’m sure we’ll be fine. Tax day came and went without much pressure this year Uh, what is … Continue reading →
And a very happy Haiku Day! Cool April Morning wrapped her warm arms around me and bade me listen. The park: a bluebird, romantically inclined cranes, and three mergansers. the impossible yellow-green of spring’s bursting red maple blossoms. The first … Continue reading →
In the rain the ground parts to let the still greenness flow upward and out. In the rain the greens resolve to face April’s chill leaving the warm mould. In the rain the world takes a big breath of soft … Continue reading →
top step creaks with frost •
Morning, child fog expanding •
gold floods the hillside. Continue reading →
Strive not to be a success, but rather to be of value.
