shorter days . . .
wizened…
Month: March 2013
Monday Morning Coffee Break…
two baristas
deconstruct…
cold winter rain
the swollen…
leaf in the wind . . .
for one…
reminding myself
this isn’t…
Kesennuma
among the sunlit…
outgoing tide
the old sailor’s…
bitter wind
the smell of …
wild strands
blown from …
November walk —
settling…
barely
longer than a cardinal’s…
butterfly
under her skin…
spring winds —
knowing…
unable to help myself rip…
day moon —
the poem…
autumn mist as far as roads…
morning walk —
wrapped…
at
the
deep
end
of
the
sky…
late afternoon
each tombstone…
the creek
where she was baptized…