unlocking the door

june cloudy after rain evening
red red geraniums
kiss’t by hummingbird’s
beak
unseen wings beating
in time

beyond belief

my footfalls on the poach
send him
flashing figure eights
iridescent bottle green
around the yard

i turn my key

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early June afternoon

sultry new summer air
I swim through

currents of cool
or warm and wetter

embrace me
june’s breath

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rabbit on a rainy morning

young rabbit

chewing leaves

under a wet weeping willow

7:04 am june 2, 2011

i get into my dry car

and go to work

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five poems about spring – a quintet

1

This tall tree

dams the river where it fell

across

gravity

pushes pulls a new

path around

water’s weight and

flow

prevail

2

tiny

rufous hummingbird

repeatedly throws itself, thumps

against nest’s nearby windows

fearing self’s reflection

as other

repeats

protective instinctive reaction

towards self-destruction

or

must

move away and turn, turn

turn a new direction

3

finally May first

the earth inhales the sun

relaxes

– no longer

stiff contracted and protected from

the cold and dark –

branches release their reserves

exhaling

leaves and flowers

4

cleaning my house

i let go

the weight of

too many

precious possessions

to protect

possibilities abound

in

clean and empty space

5

May sun

high noon

breaks bright through grey clouds

reflections

refracted off water drops

hanging

saturated segmented serrated

needles and leaves

wet

concrete ground

each layered surface shining

enlightened

before the rain

returns

washing the world

dull without dimension

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may 11. 2011

blue garbage truck

rainy day may

confetti’d  with apple blossoms

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gloaming

only this moment

eight o’clock

sunday, april 24, 2011

the daylight almost gone

my window

half glass

half mirror

face floating in the cedar

bedpost in the fern

chandelier hangs from budding branches

dusk dark lines

sprawling up

against the lambent sky

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Tulips

cut pink tulips
your gift
strong stems
slipped slowly into

my sliver vase

spiraling green sword
leaves
five days after

stems pulling water
overextended reaching
still growing
twisting towards April light

pale petals
opening, revealing
gesture gently
tips flushed
blushing crimson

soft kiss of spring

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