Blue Danube
I found the last plate From my mother’s every-day dishes I used to think they were fancy But they were Continue reading
I found the last plate From my mother’s every-day dishes I used to think they were fancy But they were Continue reading
The tea comes streaming Out of my playful pot with the abstract rose making a delightful splashing sound as it Continue reading
It’s nearly impossible to write About the garden in July Bursting like a pirate’s chest Under a searing sky Just Continue reading
It’s 8:30 on Sunday morning I dreamed a flock of cardinals Had settled in my front garden Bright crimson droplets Continue reading
It’s 8:30 on Saturday morning And I am thinking about trauma After hearing that Representative Kim’s Blue suit Will be Continue reading
8:30 Friday morning It’s as cool as September The early harvest Of green beans, mint, and parsley Wet with silver Continue reading
It’s 8:30 on Wednesday morning The early light drifting into the house Grey with the low clouds A juvenile cardinal Continue reading
It is 8:30 Tuesday morning And there is a Flower that I have never seen In the fairy garden