Friday, September 19, 2014

Today



In the roundness of a moment
I am rapt
by a bowl of tea.

Saturday, August 9, 2014

Pen



A pen has power:
held lightly
in a mold of fingers
transforming
wordlessly
into a cat's
batted prey.

Sunday, August 3, 2014

Cardinal




I lose the strain
of the crickets' song
at the sight
of your old red crest
closer to me
than you have ever been
so that I begin to doubt
recognition of you.

Tuesday, July 22, 2014

My Prius




Newer coats
of yellow paint
cannot hide
solidity.

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

Creativity




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

Epiphany




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