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

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

under the glass sky
trembling like butterfly wings,
thousands of orchids
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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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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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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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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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Saturday morning,
the birds create a stir but
the wind holds its breath
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bluejays shake their wings
cottonfloss snowflakes tumble
snowdrops dip low
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Snow on holly branches,
icy cold freezing my nose —
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I take comfort,
no matter white streaks
in my hair, endless
cold nights, and
long work days —
the seasons turn– Continue reading

Elder weed sends up
starry-white flowers,
mini-Queen Anne’s lace.
Its rhizome roots
crowd out hapless
coral bells and astilbe
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a still moment,
after the frenzied four winds
blew the dust away
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