…learn lessons of brief white petals
see today’s hills flipping ahead. Continue reading →
Sometimes you need to pour the coffee and close the door. I already hear the distractions calling: you need birdseed! you bought soup makings! you said you were going to make and freeze lasagna! The end of april drawing near … Continue reading →
In the quiet yard
a pile of feathers, yellow, black… Continue reading →
along the driveway, in the woods
yellow daffodils here and there
a few are gifts left by the folks
who lived here before, and who died Continue reading →
wrinkled with sleep I am waiting,
listening to the crescendo —
water coming to a quick boil… Continue reading →
In the arts, as in life, everything is possible provided it is based on love.
