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If I were a crystal, 
I might be a citrine mushroom, 
holding rain from my face, Continue reading

Sonnenberg Stillness

the gray catbird
me-ee-ee-ow tweets
the breeze is as still
as a Japanese lantern  

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Remembering love

 

love, 
born in a small child, 
a calm six years young, 
holding an infant with 
tiny toes, heavy head, 
hungry, trusting, growing, Continue reading

Casting Shade

 

White Capital stone gleams 
through the shade cast 
by trees that will outlive us. Continue reading

May Queen

 

The rhododendron doesn’t bloom 
like the cherry, in wispy pink petals 
that fall like snow in the first wind, 
no, the rhododendron blooms 
like a queen, standing her ground, 
petals unmoved by rain and wind, Continue reading

Symphony in May Minor


from bare trees to green hearts 
and dancing fronds — 
three weeks since April nudged May Continue reading

Finding my Focus

Waves beat the shore into sand, 
wheels of clouds darken the day, 
not one thing goes as planned.  

But a rock ledge offers a chair, 
I rest my feet close to the salt spray, 
and the cooling breeze lifts my hair.  

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In the Greenhouse

under the glass sky 
trembling like butterfly wings, 
thousands of orchids  

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After a hard rain

 

after a hard rain, 
flowers cast away petals 
and bow to the wind  

the rich darkness of the earth 
smells ripe, bitter and alive

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Ghosts of Spring Past

 
kids hunting tadpoles,  
my icy toes walk, slip, slide 
against the flow  

dappled light on green water 
birds hop branch to branch heckling  

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The Greening

birds shake rain from wings, 
the wind speaks in the trees 
split leaf casings dance  

withholding from hungry leaves 
a dawn breakfast of sunlight  

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Every day can’t be sunny


surf pounds the shore 
of pink and gray speckled granite, 
damp, stinging rain  

when I move, even stones 
sparkle like diamonds 

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