[flinging moonlight . . .]

flinging moonlight

out of the trees

like milk

I am for a moment

more wind than woman

A Hundred Gourds 2:4, Sept. 2013

Asphodel

the ping

of blueberries

filling the bucket

one by one

the years

I mend

the broken basket

that once held meadowsweet

for mother’s funeral—

the weight of ripe melons

arms outstretched

in a blackbird wind

I dance

my tiny role

in the pantomime

dapples of  light

fall across my future

gravesite . . .

on a neighboring stone

the one word laughter

--Ribbons  9:2, Fall 2013

blackbirds and a raven

I stay drunk

on the ten thousand things

rising and falling

without cease

a flock of winter blackbirds

A Hundred Gourds 2:3, June 2013

a raven

    tumbling

across the sky

    my wild mind

in his beak

Tinywords 13.2, 8/16/13

[a harvest mouse] / Skylark's Nest Award

I am delighted to announce that the following poem is the Skylark's Nest Award Winner in the brand-new winter issue of Skylark:

a harvest mouse

gathering seeds

she didn’t sow . . .

in my seventh decade

a thin sheaf of poems

Skylark 1: 2,  Winter 2013