(2000)
In the lamplight leaf shadows break on the ragged edges of my heart
a cold moon filters down through the purple asters no explorers have returned with caterpillar robes and dandelion gold
wild rose bush crushed between the rocks so carelessly placed and yet there a soul looks out at me
grey rocks flowering in melting fu… first blooms of March after winter… a flock of ducks is muttering in t… the first light of day to brush th… shakes the branches they reply…
pillars of sunshine through cloud - heavenly suburb under construction
we don’t know who he said he was we came from curiosity and stayed for the inhumanity
come sit beneath my branches and read to me from dead poets for I am old all texture and symmetry a conspiracy of cocoons
crumbling mortar and stone among the trees it stands alone morning glories creep upon the flo… the stair has fallen through the d… the music of summer is in the air
I remember the summer of the polio scare we couldn’t go to the cove to swim that whole summer
once the larvae have hatched how long can they survive without… each day I go forceps in hand to count the dead
a cookbook is a strange place to find a recipe for the mind but the notes tell me the lemon tr… blooms year ‘round, never stops; while one branch sweetens the air
Empty moorings and Quiet lighthouse watch the bay Crawl back to the sea
Early morning mist Loon fishing quiet water Shining wake behind
the silence of colour palette of fall reflected on water white birch trees granite rocks
In the universe Of winking stars is there one Who also wonders?