gowns of a breeze

butterfly purple blue

gowns of a breeze sway

a meadow’s stars and
we are winged blessings

passing through

velvet strum
and soft paisley


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Spring Memories


I could tell you
of my love of
each spring –

The cherry
speaking up.

The moon’s
first swim in
the pond out

pausing for
muffins and

a stray dog to
introduce to the
summer rental.

And the bird
with one note –
bless it.

How do we
bear summer
when spring
is so rich with
the good and
the good?

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Our Love

When our love has become
pigeons daily,

when we lie in bed lying to one
another about the weekend –

neither of us wanting to harm
the pigeons,

I look in your eyes after you’ve
gone to take a shower, and they

are neither yours nor mine.

Some part of me – the lightning
perhaps, quick to know where

to go, that part wants the
summer place and the dog.

That fast I don’t care about the
rest of it as you drop the soap.

“Are you all right?” I call to you –
out of habit, out of time,

from the sidelines.