on moonlight lane
flocks of lawn flamingos
stand and stare
into the shuttered houses
row on row
Wednesday, December 26, 2012
Friday, December 21, 2012
[at last I let the pummeling wind. . . ]
at last I let
the pummeling wind
direct my steps—
suddenly buttercups
a brighter yellow
Monday, December 17, 2012
the woods road
Sunday morning
jack-in-the-pulpit
his silent nod
climbing the gate
into no-sound
thick under hemlocks
birch and boulder
around the hill or over it
the path
on the granite boulder
tongues of lichen
the scraped knee
stony hillside—
even the cow paths
drenched with light
mother and child
the cows
always at home
sweet fern
crushed between fingers
the scent of time
blackberry tunnel
round the oak’s bones
emptiness
empty acorn
under one white oak
a whole new forest
shades of green—
hairy-cap moss
five fingers deep
filling
her picnic basket—
seedling, shadow, leaf
scarlet
wintergreen berries
for winter’s glass house
red-headed
soldier moss marching—
the far end of a twig
pipsissewa—
holding its name
in her hands
bracket fungi
in earth-scented duff
concentric circles
the woods road
never going
to the end of it
Friday, December 7, 2012
[my only keepsake . . .]
my only keepsake
from a house of grand pianos
tiny brass Pan
piping a reedy tune
no-one else can hear
A Hundred Gourds 1:4, Sept. 2012
AHA: The Anthology, 2012
Saturday, December 1, 2012
[braiding . . .]
braiding
her sister’s hair
after the rape
so many
long dark strands
Honorable Mention, Tanka Society of America 2012 International Contest
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