8:30, Sunday July 4
At 8:30 on a Sunday holiday morning I was bonding with the neighbor About climate change And undesirable urban wildlife Continue reading
At 8:30 on a Sunday holiday morning I was bonding with the neighbor About climate change And undesirable urban wildlife Continue reading
I pulled the cookies from the oven And looked up To see the New Year snow Falling sugar-white against the Continue reading
Spending my old age Writing poems for no one As morning brightens
I missed December’s first snow And the second And a warm day And a cold one And the end of Continue reading
Waiting at year’s end One face forward one face back And a red bird in the garden
Another week passed? I confess, I opened all the little doors In the advent calendar at once And then forgot Continue reading
I stood on a chilly back porch And watched fireworks Lighting the sky for most of an hour Through the Continue reading
Christmas is seductive In its unrelenting cheer with the annual tropes And constant retellings Of stories and sellings that everything Continue reading