Wednesday, March 24, 2021

Quiet Morning, March 24


You’re painting in the kitchen
as John Denver sings his misty, old love songs

while by the shed
spring flowers burst into red and purple and white,
as the March sun rises and grief declines
to memory.

So here I write, our dogs
nuzzled close and warm
and contented.

Tuesday, March 23, 2021

North Wind

 North wind 

rushes and blusters

in the bright March sun,


winter’s chill,

hints of the heat 

to come.

Saturday, March 20, 2021

In Arching Waters

In arching waters
the black bird dances
with graceless step,
head jerks, probing soft soil,
penetrating wet grass
when rearing back primitive eyes
it raises ivory beak
and offers a shining prize,
living, writhing.
to mother-sky.