3/31/24

 



using a mourning dove's coo

to quiet

my ears




 



lost the moon

            behind a pine

                        so the day begins




3/30/24

 



long wings

            climbing a thermal

virgin sky




3/29/24

 



rainy skies

            flowers sleep

hazy moon

            flowers dream




3/28/24

3/27/24

 



eaves drip

                        dripping

            the swollen heavens dry




 



            mixing vinegar and water

before easter

                        snow squalls




3/26/24

 



with stems that stood

through winter—

                        here i'll plant my life




 



the wind

the house

i listen to them moan




3/25/24

 



the sun is warm

            the windflowers will

lift their heads




3/24/24

 



under heaven's freedom

            to be stormy or clear

wearing my black beret




3/23/24

3/22/24

 



picking up the dollar

        someone dropped

a buddhist nun walks by




 



morning with

a killing frost

                she prefers my naked face 




3/21/24

 



pine forests i cannot see from

            ohio

                        the sky reaches there




3/20/24

 



            limbs that walk

limbs that grow

            three old oaks and i




 



sky and winds loud and restless all day about money




3/19/24

 



releasing water from a stagnant pool i look within




 



a moonless night

my neighbor's light

all this hurry to die




3/17/24

 



a pregnant moon

we

climb into bed together




 



killed

on the road

i have no heart for travel




 



morning sky

            evening of my life—

receive the waxing moon




3/15/24

 



white orchids

            yellowing—

i have an appointment to be cured




3/14/24

3/13/24

 



an early windflower

white 

where snow never fell







 sharing last night's

                           dreams

                                dawn bleeds




3/11/24

 



            to avoid my hands

an injured finch

            flutters from death on the road




3/10/24

 



for pine cones swept to an asphalt fate i grieve




3/8/24




blue umbrella

            broken rib

cloudless skies



 

3/6/24




even the old orchard

            turns death

 into grass







sawing downed limbs into rolls of thunder



 




tracing wounds

            across the spiraling sky

                        fallen tree and i



 

3/5/24




plundering an abandoned nest

                                             one crow 

                                                    death




3/4/24




within

            the paper lantern

                        storm-darkened ohio night