August Picnic (29)
August, all ready Without being readied— Only the pitching of [...]
August, all ready Without being readied— Only the pitching of [...]
Wounded wasp, Turning circles in the sunshine, Hot with rage [...]
Twelve hours of July heat, The workday ended weary Well [...]
Peace-seeking mud daubers, Lovers of good work, Blue-black glinting In [...]
The trees are bursting with crab apples, Hard and red [...]
My grandmother,A nurse by training,Attended my pneumonia-Stricken grandfatherIn the Winchester, [...]
Was it you whoHung a gate withNo fence andLatched it [...]
The last day of spring, Setting posts beneath A molten [...]
The low hanging cherries are soon gone, Eaten on the [...]
Each time the wind arrives Howling from Chicago, Bent on [...]