Monthly Archives: April 2019

Infant plants— cabbages and mustards fennel and chard in dead plastic cells All need hardening to cold— to sun and to wind to where trees chime in the breeze Before rooting and climbing— toward living sunlight stretching up fruited limbs … Continue reading →

The tulips are opening in the house— tricked by a warm week then sleet shocking them shut now they open like hearts. Little blond dog’s opening now too— tricked by warmth of Alabama then sharpened by cold of human indifference … Continue reading →

Turn off the noise. It’s blinding you. Go to the window. Better, go out the door. See the sunlight filtering through the lace of fresh polleny blossoms on that half-dead tree reaching for the rain. It will come later. Now … Continue reading →

Hard winds suck heat from dry wood up the open flue from living flames you made to warm me. Your face with its white spring beard draws my eyes always as you move through the room looking for the book … Continue reading →

Cold rain grazes both our faces— tender, icy strokes under powdergrey skies. In your hand, daffodils, in mine, fat blueberries— gifts of lovers in Spring. Clasped hands warm old bones make strong smiles under whitecap eyebrows. And a little blond … Continue reading →

At this most hurt, bedraggled time of year When flags hang, sad, in tatters from one stripe And even mailboxes creak windily, Attached by one weak corner to their posts— The elephant of grass has lost one eye From where … Continue reading →