
October blooms are
heavy under gray skies.
Summer is a faded smudge
on the hydrangeas. Continue reading

October blooms are
heavy under gray skies.
Summer is a faded smudge
on the hydrangeas. Continue reading

Our bones are always smiling. Continue reading

I never know as much as when I don’t know anything. Continue reading

Heliotrope was in a sour mope.
She was the last crayon picked.
She felt as if she’d been kicked. Continue reading

Mother Near
I feel my mother near
in a garden,
leaves trembling,
like my heart,
as a butterfly lights
on a concrete goddess. Continue reading

Queen Anne’s Lace is
backlit by clover,
like raspberry planets
around a central star. Continue reading

This is just to say…
Thank you, Earth
that held tight trees
bent to their knees
in hurricane winds and
that imprints time itself
on gorges, stone and shelf,
in the language of fossil hieroglyphics. Continue reading

A ghostly guttersnipe
crashes the party,
filching chocolate and cider. Continue reading

hope rises like heat
like a balloon let go
like prayers Continue reading

gray and white,
clouds unroll like mummy wrappings
for the moon
Notes: Happy October! I’m gearing up for Halloween. Continue reading

Used by Permission of Cindy Knoke

Used by Permission of Cindy Knoke

Used by Permission of Cindy Knoke
When dinosaurs greeted the dawn,
perhaps they tweeted and twittered,
while they preened and flirted,
just as their modern descendants
greet the dawn with a chorus that
rattles shutters and billows curtains. Continue reading