Blood red poppies artfully arranged/ in a tall, angular container,/ riffle their crinkled petals/ in the trifling breeze

In the dark of forests, only a scant beam/ of moonlight filters through the mire of branches./ Men I can barely

With a new spring all around upon us/ Gently disturbing the cold slumber on Earth,/ I found myself turning around

To be a branch that lifts and grows/ toward the sky as waxy-white blooms/ open to lemony scents./ To be striped

it’s another summer sunset/ and stars begin to remember their names/ where the scent of roses and mimosa

You, impetuous and naughty,/ played the game of Hide-and-Seek with me,/ could not stop running till your

Jason Pike was universally loved by his employees, and he had won the Grocery Gala chain’s Manager of

I saw you snuggled there/ spine curled damply inward/ amid wild strawberry leaves/ taut berry stems, spiky

Doves, light as feathers, take flight/ Outstretched wings, expansive span/ Unison, they flock united

Fog heavy over the riverbank,/ cotton-thick, an echo of gray./ Solitude fastens its teeth,/ and I ache from

It was on a backwoods highway, snaking/ through a dense forest of pines,/ that we encountered the angel 

Many trees, the traveller’s seen/ Though their names, she never learnt/ But along the road, she sowed

they settled/ their duel/ with a sweatshirt// an agreement,/ after/ thirty years war// that the/ black in front

The corner’s missed assignment, bump and run,/ allows you to break free. You separate/ one stride, then

He did not fail/ as a friend/ for not keeping/ in contact/ after my/ father died// He failed/ as a friend/ for

We were each other’s/ favorite pair of old shoes.// One of our friends broke/ the rocking chair./ It made good

I dream my dog,/ long dead and gone,/ is made of spring twigs,/ bundles of brown forsythia/ the yellow

I was born into my father’s fancies/ and my mother’s raking sorrow,/ and the blending of the two/ became, out

A bumble bee hovers/ above my bleached sill/ taken by a yellow/ pencil resting there.// Silver wings humming                   

In the midst of a green landscape atop/ checkered flooring, you are the king/ of an army, soldiers and knights