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…
Nature’s snowy gown Melts into a silky pool Spring’s passion awakes
Still they knock at my door And complain About the state of the world Selling fear Like grape Kool Aid
Early morning mist Loon fishing quiet water Shining wake behind
All I wanted to do was ride my mo… And make out at Spooner’s Point. But when Mary Daley got pregnant Her father threatened me with the… So I married her and went to work
little lies, seeds of thyme shallow-rooted, often sewn cover the largest stone yet a tree springs from a single seed
mall tree never felt a breeze sweet swell of spring rain on your leaves new life in your branches
Empty moorings and Quiet lighthouse watch the bay Crawl back to the sea
the sum of the estate: pictures newspaper clippings poems the memories
sunlight through the clouds in a ring of bright water loons fish two by two
death is absence of thought - zen how can we be afraid of something we cannot live to experience? it’s life that is frightening
seek the council of wild things in… leaves that turn their silver side… before the rain slender reeds that accept and bend they will sew your words abroad
summer is ending following the rolling sun quite without remorse
The taste of winter ice Dug in August from the sawdust Of Conley’s ice house The slap of the screen door On Grammy’s porch
I remember the summer of the polio scare we couldn’t go to the cove to swim that whole summer