Poetry

Early Spring

Window watching Whisper white snow Blowing — In whirls and twirls Onto a slick, wet road, Flowing — Mush, waiting, Dripping drops of slush Down a drain pipe grating.   Window watching Whisper white snow Flying — Through the tangled,… Read More ›

In the Spring

I thought we were two through summer, though fall I felt your sting. I tried revival  all winter, but I couldn’t survive a thing, and just when I  thought blossoms arrived, the skies cried this spring.