the slow sinking
of the wishing coin
summer’s end
the slow sinking
of the wishing coin
summer’s end
hovering dragonfly
I too hesitate
now and then
I always thought
mother’s silk pillow cases
a luxury
now that they are mine I dream
silk worms threading light to light
61st birthday–
making the plum jelly
a little sweeter
light falling everywhere in its own place — summer’s end
winterlight
a blur of birdsong
in the air
in the distance gunshots opening the dark
long winter’s night
we turn the covers down
together
morninglight . . .
this slant of snow
against the window
this spring night…
suddenly my desires
are very simple