If we leave the moon to its hammock
when the wind swings to and fro,
by god, we’ll lull ourselves an evening,
for cold weather is curious work
of hanging all the apples
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All Backdrop Woods
Against all skies, all
backdrop woods,
within the singing heat,
melancholy’s cologne –
the dark sweet air
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Perhaps August Doesn’t Know
The humidity drowns out flowers,
the gem birds, the jewel songs – gone,
steamed vegetables – still growing,
Perhaps August has forgotten how
we suffer – breathing in the hot rain,
our garments sticking to their battles,
Then there’s a B&B in New Hampshire
that measures the temperature in
steaming cheddar biscuits eaten in A/C,
And at night, there is a down comforter
for each guest, and the hot water bill
goes through the roof every summer.
Perhaps August doesn’t know it’s winter
at Barthe & Bramble B&B, maybe we
just might stay ’til the leaves,
‘Til the first frost, when it’s safe
to come out, maybe we move in, maybe
we make ’em all three dog nights – this
summer’s end, this bubbling peach
cobbler season.
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With Another Good Moon
Be gentle, be autumn, be young
and cinnamon, put the kettle on,
fluff the pillows by the window,
curl up with another good moon,
and write.
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I Got To Thinking…
I like that sun showers
don’t require shovels.
I feel better when muffins
have taken up with poppy
seeds.
Whenever possible, I
invite the moon in.
There are flowers that I
can recite from memory.
I love it when the lawn
engages in rabbits.
I mix apples and oranges
like nobody’s business.
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Amid The Spring Morrows
While wind swept
the marble of
winter clouds,
and trees became
a finer steel, we spoke
of dragons waiting amid
the spring morrows
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A Sea Falls
A sea falls
moon rocks narrow
a raindrop’s instrument –
the twine, the twine, the
moths I go ’til dawn
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