2/13/10
March 10, 2010
deep coral tulips—
our quiet
conversation
cloudless sky
the fragrance of turned soil
and lilacs
dogwood sapling—
four hands pat down
the compost
leaving college—
just ahead
Gas Food Lodging
night winds
ruffle the lake
moon shards
listening
to the rising sun...
hiss of traffic
wooden clothespins...
bringing the Pacific wind
into the house
rags of mist
hang from the cliffs
the steelheader swings a fly
apricot sunset—
an unexpected tug
of regret
death in August
the moon in the water
keeps me company
no crop this year...
gothic windows bleared
by prairie rains
nightfall
a cricket aria,
then the chorus
August moon
children disappear
into their lives
Santana winds
ripple the long grass
a flash of lightning
pan-fried trout—
I learn something new
about my father
summer love...
I am a wandering snail,
sliding on a kiss
shaping the land
shaped by it—
the river
firing up Windows
my screensaver lake
in the Cascades
farm report
the shadow of the windbreak
leans into the field
first bite
into the crisp apple—
clap of thunder
eyes shut
the volume of the river
increases
first frost
scattering his ashes
at the golf course
duck hunters
open fire—scattered pearls
from the broken necklace
fallen apples
rot in the yard—
the county coroner
winter oak
the hollow knock
of a woodpecker
in my dream,
mother scolds a waitress
the coldest hour of the night
counting cars
at the railroad crossing
cold drizzle
home
after a glum day
yellow crocuses break ground
lazybeds Sunday—
blackbirds play
musical branches
bare feet
on cold tile
morning embers
waterfall
frozen and silent
his final year
winter
the empty space
inside the cello
last dance
everyone goes to the window
to watch the falling snow
a small leaf hangs
from what's left of a spider web
the year in ruins
long winter night—
in the corpse's eye
camera flashes
vapors rise
in the falling rain
she loves me, she loves me not
shutter click—
a fish hangs from the bill
of the great egret
February 20, 2010
bright sun washes out
the laptop screen
snowcapped mountains
deep grasses choke
the broad path we used to walk
clouds gather and scatter
folding your letter
downsliding sun
in the tangled trees
warm and not warm
at the same time
winter sun
raindrops plip
the aspen leaves
fork in the mud trail
winter
burying the abandoned factory
under outsourced snow
rebranding Gud
the immigrant church
is hollowed out by English
at the very end
of the cul de sac...
foreclosure
shuttered street
the only sign of life:
wind-nudged litter
little leaf boat
on a big leaf ship
wind over the pond
February 13, 2010
zig-zag moth
my portfolio's
fluttering fall
hills
in aspen yellow
butterflies
grandma goes to college amber twilight
battlefield scene
recollected in tranquility
pear-shaped grunts
parting
how many turns
around the sun?
turtle pulls into his shell
when touched
onset of deafness
winter
purple mountains
and tulips
gray sea and gray sky
settle their differences
small talk
rain water
fills up the boat
trial separation
falling in love
warmest January
ever
googling a quote...
atop the works of Shakespeare,
a lamp from Pier 1
soldier comes home perigee moon
closing up shop
the hurricane fan
ticks to a stop
prize roses
disfigured by aphids
estate sale
lavender air
our bedroom wall wobbles
in the candlelight
skeletal alders thin hours of winter
missing most
of the whispered dialog
alone again
film credits roll to the end
go dark
the argument upstairs
