
early leaves furled —
brightest riverwalk blooms
dot sculling shells Continue reading

early leaves furled —
brightest riverwalk blooms
dot sculling shells Continue reading

A wildflower wildfire
has set the California hills
ablaze in royal purple,
poppy-orange and
an exuberant yellow,
visible from space. Continue reading

Lakeside, I am honey-drizzled,
in an inky trance, like tea
left too long in the sun. My arm
is a mossy log, lined with turtles. Continue reading

Tulips,
risque-ripe
purplicious
spring’s archetype
scent-delicious Continue reading

Tom-Wild
never smiles
looks both left and right Continue reading

A poet,
dismissed from Heaven,
trees truth Continue reading

Crocuses raise cheery salutes,
opening orange invitations to
invite us to Come One, Come All,
to spring’s circus in the meadow. Continue reading

Goodbye, Winter.
Ciao, deep snow.
Time to dig out
my pink maillot. Continue reading

I step out of my writing cave
into a day of misty rain, blinking.
A squirrel is digging
a hole in the dark soil. Continue reading

Snow is old hat.
We’re ready for a new topper,
a cold stopper: Continue reading

As night flees down dark paths
from the early light,
dreams scatter into
deadening fog.
The breathing air carries stories
of foreign pain
and domestic infighting
that will scream from our
headlines by noon. Bar the door. Continue reading

Trees in bud burst
open, unrehearsed,
wild mint-lemon taste. Continue reading