vibrations

cold fog 

enveloping my world

Bach

pours from the radio 

the light of trumpets

~GUSTS 21, spring/summer 2015

cello concerto—

no need for string theory

to convince me

the universe vibrates

to a deeper harmony

~A Hundred Gourds 4:4, Sept. 2015

the musician

speaks of going deeper

into the music—

playing for himself alone

he wraps us in his magic cloak

~GUSTS 22, fall/winter 2015

with cold lips

frost flowers

melting on the windowpane—

my breath

a passageway

among the stars

~Ribbons 11:1, winter 2015

nine red birds

in a swirl of snow. . .

have they flown

from some fairy tale

yet to be written?

~red lights 11:2, June 2015

with cold lips

she tastes the snow

on frozen pomegranates—

Persephone dreaming

of meadowsweet and rue

~Atlas Poetica Special Feature: 

Myths and the Creative Imagination, April 2015

sparrows

sparrows 

in the hedgerow

unheeded

I fall into step

with the quick of their wings

~cattails Jan. 2015

in cold rain

a sparrow alights

for a moment

on my grocery cart—

my urge to curtsy

~Lakeview International Journal 

of Literature and Arts 2:1, Feb. 2014