horns blare in the fog
no question you will be late
what can you salvage?
seek transformation
and cultivate gratitude
from the fertile earth
see a stranger’s smile
at a small act of kindness
give one in return
horns blare in the fog
no question you will be late
what can you salvage?
seek transformation
and cultivate gratitude
from the fertile earth
see a stranger’s smile
at a small act of kindness
give one in return
can there be haiku
about lying on the couch
and eating donuts?
red-breasted robin
each with his own patch of earth
tiny englishmen
yarrow’s tender fronds
rising from the grass below
survived the winter
arctic air displaced
too warm at the poles above
can we send it back?
forsythia popped
cold grey sky, fingertips chilled
when will spring get here?
oh middlebury
bastion of writerly bliss
how I covet you
when I was inside,
snug and privileged, I reveled
now it raises bile
worn by bitter tears,
the mind lifts the spirit out
making space for rest
oya
shrew. harpy. witch. dyke.
fallen woman. take the words–
reclaim their power.
aphrodite
fair aphrodite
dancing in the cooling breeze
early spring, white pine
gentle arc of trees
black against the morning sky
grateful for rush hour
morning, wide oak floor
repeat the flowing motions
tai chi makes me sweat
pallor in sunshine
squinting in the fierce new light
new england springtime