You saw me walking/ In the rain holding/ My broken umbrella/ Folded and inoperable/ Rainwaters ruthlessly

Hello I say so far under my breath/ that it is to myself.// I greet a chair that should be rocking/ facing the

Stately, solemn cedars, elms & oaks/ stand composed in days without wind/ or rain yet begin to dance

I can tile the ocean floor/ while you whisper into my snorkel,/ something about the waves, breaking

I thought these were blackberries/ for years—my neighbor’s tree/ grew many berries; staining

When I was seventeen -/ For sure more wet than dry -/ I flattened out some grass/ And angled in the sky.

born at sunrise —/ whatever happens/ happens today

Wave song,/ whale song/ starting low,/ rising slow,/ growing strong. // Come along!// Let it call you

Bone-white ground crusty/ underfoot. In the clearing,/ snowbanks warmed to dripping/ by the sun.

The sun broke the rules of winter,/ Creeped inside gallantly with a promise of elopement./ The Beatles

Wind rustles the leaves./ Trees shimmer yawning deeply,/ Anticipation.// Autumn equinox

The easiest way to get to the top of a mountain is to be born upon its peak/ The second easiest way to get

A stiletto-pointed star shines/ in a stained-glass sky./ As the Golgotha-gray star/ twinkles on a town unseen

in day's heat / trees sweat fruit / on burned hill- / side foreheads, / on deep orchard / valleys and cool.

Awake in my pajamas,/ nibbling on fruitcake,/ I stand by the window/ on this winter night,/ and watch the

This summer the foliage arches/ over our small garden, grows/ ferociously, as if our soil/ were

Whether/ or not/ it wants/ to freeze/ (or not),/ it can't/ make up/ its mind.

Passing clouds/ Make shifting shadows/ Dark to light/ Then shining bright// The wind is strong

from gripping ground/ still wrapped/ in clinging green —/ pulled numb,// a skinless thing

The spring in my step/ Made me faster than my playmates/ Carried me higher and farther/ Then as a feather