small songs I sing
to join
my voice to other voices
hidden in the grass

Saturday, February 27, 2016


cold fog 
enveloping my world
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

Friday, February 12, 2016

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

Wednesday, February 3, 2016


in the hedgerow
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

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