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

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

Snow fish,
flow fish,
flying toward spring. Continue reading

Softest bell,
highest tone,
listen well,
Winter Crone, Continue reading

Trip-trap
along the path
finding dust,
twigs, bees
and green
dappled light
betwixt the trees. Continue reading

If looks can kill,
this plant wouldn’t,
although, it’s bold, rash
and may drive riddle
readers mad. Continue reading

How do trees feel
in the moment
they flower? Continue reading

The yellow scent of lupine
is redolent with sweet spice.
Spires of fairy blooms
touched with lavender and blue,
frame the truest magic —
summer is wide open, a
long drink of possibility.
School is done. Continue reading
Note: Curves appear everywhere, especially where the Daily Post is popular. Republicans may have blocked gun control for now, but if we get enough signatures on petitions to ban assault weapons, we may yet throw a curve ball to the NRA.
http://petitions.moveon.org/keystoneprogress/sign/president-obama-make-10

Lilacs are pink,
lilacs are blue,
with help from dad,
kids grow up true. Continue reading

Tulips gossip downtown
in streets curved in frowns.
Too many people
walk dogs, legs lifting –
tulips don’t want a drink,
of that kind, I think. Continue reading

The color of daughters
is spring pink,
a color to open a bud
in the hardest heart. Continue reading

Love is love that doesn’t harm.
Love is what holds us in the dark,
listens to our fears,
celebrates our small moments. Continue reading