As we begin

April 3, 2020

rain falls from fog through sleeping branches (frail, broken sticks?), soaks with slippery ease into soil to restore them Note: …

Day 22

April 22, 2018

rushing her work, damp snow plunges through night air, knowing full well her fate is to dissolve and river-away come …

April 19, 2018

that dark corner may recall years past as it sighs – drowsy, in a haze – that I was here …

April 11, 2018

remember how busy they are — babies, homework, office — when you are old and wanting them to serve you …