Why in gray December/ when my windshield is frozen/ are there robins with red breasts/ on the

This is not a full stop/ Like mumbling inscriptions at bus stop/ Where dictators wheel our heels till tears

An old world sparrow flew/ over the river Brahmaputra.// Emotions battling under/ its chestnut plumages.

My grandson skids down the metal slide/ and across the wet grass, trailing bright/ green laughter. When

One dark night, I lost my lovely,/ fell into bed, bereft,// and slept a dreamless sleep./ By light of day

The Plateau is blanketed./ Pines, silent in the snow at Advent, are witnesses/ beneath the stars.

I found a used piece of chalk in/ The mustard yellow--green box/ Tucked in the bottom drawer, of

A hummingbird approaches, hovers, darts/ away, the red-red feeder left untouched./ I check the recipe

Like a woman mourning/ her dead baby, the wind/ whines, wails and waves/ the branches of the birch

No one knew doors better than her,/ perhaps a piano in a parlor –/ on the other side./ Beyond the shadows

Sitting in the dirt/ listening to snow melt/ Runoff tickling/ roots as it flowed past// The hot sunlight

You are your colours:/ you are that bold red of your team./ From year to year, they shifted tones

Rockets shot us to the moon, and then to the red planet, so/ ugly, but it was new. This was another beginning

at night, we gently walk the land./ perhaps, the fluffy sand will erase our/ footsteps or draw lines

I/ wish to/ see restored/ lost habitat/ ashes of forests/ like Alexandria burned/ its hidden wisdom unlearned

the wind feels as if it comes/ from all directions at once// which confuses me as I look

If I am strong enough/ to stay away from love/ I would.// But I could/ never be/ without you.

What if things didn’t turn out the way you planned?/ When you know better but only sometimes, do you

empty trees/ standing still…only/ the willow sways// another fall/ has left its harvest./ the ground lies fallow

Outside my lighted house/ the darkness waits/ with ears pricked.// Trees hold back their breath