Peak

It’s nearly impossible to write About the garden in July Bursting like a pirate’s chest Under a searing sky Just Continue reading →

8:30 Friday July 9

8:30 Friday morning It’s as cool as September The early harvest Of green beans, mint, and parsley Wet with silver Continue reading →

I have questions

Why can’t April be more like May and May be more like June? When did April showers go away, and Continue reading →

Screen

I can hear the hum of traffic And the neighbor’s sprinkler Tick-tick-ticking the grass seed And the children leaving the Continue reading →

Okay, this is the last snow, right?

It always snows in April This never isn’t true No matter early summer-like days Or brilliant skies of blue You Continue reading →

April trees

Before the green of May and June emerge From trees that still appear quite bare The sun now shining warm Continue reading →

Is it a metaphor when it’s real?

Already shut in by plague (No that’s not the metaphor, that’s real, just wait) The snow keeps piling up Like Continue reading →

Thirteen days

It’s snowing again. Thirteen days in a row And not one without snow It’s melted a little But the walkways Continue reading →