December 2019
The Chainsaw (47)
Gentle, where the chainsaw Gouges the bark, Throwing thick chips, Ripping life asunder. I work in the cool December light To clear the year. Saplings sprung from pasture, So much life! There’s Nothing somnolent about [...]
December Brushstrokes (46)
Planets aren’t supposed to twinkle, But Venus, low on the horizon, Has wrapped itself in glittering glass, Sparkling a thumb’s width below Saturn. When the photo arrives in the mail From a distant cousin’s distant [...]
The Great Rush of Ivy (45)
The great rush of ivy Up the side of a sycamore— How far does it know to go? Red leaves, puddled before A stoppered storm drain, Barely moving in crystal water. The most fertile soil [...]
November 2019
Mythological Blue (44)
What a distraction, all these leaves— I can’t see a thing! Willow oaks shiver, aflame, Showering axial sparks. In Washington, Colorado Avenue Waits until Thanksgiving to blush Ruby, russet, bending the Algorithm of Instagram. Where [...]
Apology To A Wren (43)
To the wren I disturbed, Asleep in the porch eaves, Bundled snug beneath A November pumpkin moon, I’m sorry, little bird, To send you scrambling Against a white, wooden sky With frantic, futile resolve. You [...]
Harmless Regrets (42)
The Osage orange has been Losing its mind, Throwing brain-shaped fruits At passing cars, Painting the asphalt chartreuse. It happens each autumn, Days of harmless regrets— Gardens unplanted, mornings missed, Summer stored in sweater drawers. [...]