Shopping with my mother I’m fifty going on nine in the produce section the green disarray of lettuces flamboyant peppers add some flair as if…
Shopping with my mother I’m fifty going on nine in the produce section the green disarray of lettuces flamboyant peppers add some flair as if…
The line between gray winter and bright-eyed spring dims today adrift in the chill of feathery fair-weather clouds and the short, shrill songs of rain-soaked…
Autumn you are at once hot-handed shifting gears in your blustery boots November was singing like a spoiled canary prodding us away from sunny windows…
I gave you butterflies and a freedom compass a sure route to the North Star a desert of sugared sands to sweeten the fallout from…
These little beauties homegrown rascals hang their heads up high tossing petal smirks at impending Old Man Winter They keep summer near close at hand…
A fairy tale parcel an invitation to be unfolded as the silvery shadows of evening deepen draping us in the lustrous purple robes of mystery…
They built their cities on the edge of the sea in a time when the sun smoldered long casting shades of fury upon the land…
In a drowned house water rushes through the corners of seams over pine floors, soffits and studs, stairs and rooftops flood water rises as cries…
This August day saturated in frost as the dark penetrates the light that sultry moon gliding and giddy with ravishing charm skirted briefly the path…
The fisherman is sun happy today and lake loopy He loaded his plastic container full of black earth and slithering night crawlers Balanced in his…