False Spring

“When spring came, even the false spring, there were no problems except where to be happiest. The only thing that could spoil a day was people and if you could keep from making engagements, each day had no limits. People were always the limiters of happiness except for the very few that were as good as spring itself.” Ernest Hemingway, A Moveable Feast

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At the darkest
It is shelter
It is place
place to escape
place to be
myself
alone

The Insatiable Wind

The storm churned up the all this debris The wind was inconsolable Its appetite… Insatiable In its aftermath… Limbs of trees Leaves strewn across the yard Screen doors torn from their hinges Whole trees lying horizontal Nature spit about like vomit… With hundreds of years of history Exposed Dead and unresponsive Dried up, like the…

Peeking Through

There’s a hole in the trees above my house You can lie on your back in the front yard And look up at the sky through this portal of green…. Or in the fall, the portal frame turns to burnt reds, rusty oranges golden yellows Like a fireworks show Put on by nature… This is…

The Bloom and the Seed

The first frost warning has passed And still our flowers bloom The ones we planted together Purple and yellow and pink… Deep green foliage Mingled with white baby’s breath… Pale pink honeysuckle and purple Lilacs and Rhododendron. The flowers that we planted Years ago… Before, Before it all changed They are still open Oblivious to…