I turn on the Christmas/ tree. Read my hand/ by the red electric light / of the tree. My friend// sees only by

In the late morning/ falls the macho rain/ amidst the roar of/ thunder, large drops/ forming rivulets

Emptied of its summer weight,/ the winter sky’s a canvas/ for all who want to wish and stare,/ no longer

it’s the way you say it/ it doesn’t sound/ like a delightful chip/ it sounds like/ two walls closing in on you

The sky is white pearl/ make snow angels in the park/ winter’s truly here.// Saxophone solo/ the most

Meet me at the station,/ In the midst of rush and run,/ Memories fade in the crowd/ And we reborn as

‘Flying home with mother’/ I saw the photo caption said/ And remembered, I just wrote it!

All afternoon the August heat’s a sullen drag,/ a fevered flush that gathers on your shoulders/ as you

Age comes creeping up./ I close my eyes, both/ of them, as the snail’s/ pace stops me cold. I

You say to take a breath,/ “Rest in the written page.”/ Oh, if only I could./ He is the poetry/ On my

In duple rhythm beats/ the dizzying Wurlitzer:/ Wood trumpets, cello pipes,/ trombones, flutes and bells.

Today I woke to a cobalt sun// splayed against a pomegranate sky,/ to orange waves lapping/ bright green

Like a seam/ ripping/ Like a needle/ the pierce,/ the mend// I hear her a floor below/ through the hall’s intercom

Colors of the leaves in autumn wove a lovely quilt/ covering the countryside, woods, and waters

It’s mid-February when/ I’m overcome with the need// to name it. I’ve searched/ field guides, fingered spines

Even the tenacious bluebirds who squabble over/ mealworms in the backyard know that// you must go

I found myself/ in the folds of your sweater/ that fluttering fabric / swaying in the autumn breeze

Our pupils wince at the whole picture —/ we need light bright enough to take it all in,/ though we know too

I need a wonder/ it needn’t be much/ like wet shirts/ on woven lines/ whip-whapping/ with the wind

The blue, bovine river/ and its cargo of silence/ doubles the sky.// The afternoon drifts west/ past the green