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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Getting ready to move

not knowing if i could depend on anyone else
i took up the power drill myself
to fix the rack in my
closet

after all
i’m the only one who
can fix my own heart

it’s easy to leave it
broken like the closet rack
hanging precariously
unable to sustain weight

but the sun is out
and i got email
– you thought of me from so far
away and long ago –
so i replaced what was broken with a new part

ten thousand memories flooding as

i pack up my winter clothes
take out my summer clothes
thirteen times

now this last time
in my house
up for sale

each time the same, but slightly different
i know i’m older each year
april calls for spring

 

what if i cast off anything worn or broken
extraneous
half my high-heeled shoes depart
keeping only what works
will i change

will it be easier to walk

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7:30 to 8:00 early may

I love looking out my window – over seasons, over days, over hours or minutes.
Just now the orange light over the newly green hill paled to soft yellow and the trees got just a shade darker on their way to indigo.
The vista is closing up fast with new leaves and soon the ridge will be out of sight.
I have pink blue-bells transplanted from my mother’s yard, from my childhood, and I’ve watched them spring up and open over the month.
Slowly the reflection of my room, the electric lights, take over the view out the window,
there is a moment when in and out merge.

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