Pond and Brook
I leave my Pond and Brook by the bedside, with its buzzing mayflies, fin-splashed surface, amoeba-soaked beach, and head downstairs, …
Category Archives: Garden
Geraniums (revised, again)
It begins with the scent of geraniums, bitter and hard, and my grandmother telling me not to touch because she …
Buddhista 3
It is a miracle that you survive day after long day in the cold, under rain, through whining wind. Once, …
Buddhista 2
You sit on the stump of the old willow where last stood a luxurious swaying, deep shade for hot summer …
Buddhista 1
I will buy for you a cedar box, red, fragrant when rain falls, broad and steady, and plant it near …
An Easter thought
It does not seem fair in all the measures of life that our heavy ways hang in expectance on these …
Last breaths
Evergreens surround your house, a fortress wall heavy with snow. In black recesses I wade, the snow bounds off the …
Worth staying for
Dusts of snow edge the earth, uneven lines mark sun-warmed pavers. With under-parts protected, statuary gather new relief, dying grasses …
Poems from in between 