Tuesday, July 22, 2014

My Prius

Newer coats
of yellow paint
cannot hide

Tuesday, July 8, 2014

Loss, Deferred

It is like the craving
for blueberry pancakes
stacked or strewn
dusted with sugar
tasting them so cleanly
in my mind's eye
and deciding against fulfillment.

Sunday, April 13, 2014


It does not come from a stone
insensible to the lashings
of wind and sea
but from a palpitating heart
wrung yet again.

Tuesday, January 21, 2014


Sight focuses on the familiar:
evergreens tossing
in wind and snow
where a sparrow had been waiting all along.

Tuesday, December 10, 2013

A Violin Concerto

After an absence
it is played,
the first few notes drawing
from me an ache
at once new and familiar,
silently playing all these years.

Mendelssohn Violin Concerto

Friday, November 29, 2013


A walk at dusk, Thanksgiving Day 

Tuesday, November 26, 2013

I am not insensible
to the light passing
through whitened slats at evensong
heavy-hearted as I am.