spilling
a milkweed pod,
the sweet silk of autumn
clings to dying leaves and keeps'
till spring

Coppice of Desire

I bear
shadows attached
forevermore, the day
that I may luster in the fire,
my love

Winter
sealed in silence--
Only the inner ear,
may hear a waspish song of spring
waking.

her basket filled

this day
opens anew
with spring sunrise colours
of Easter egg pink and blue, skies
cloudless

Birdwatching, Up Close

Endless,
my eyes searching
the long wooden slat bench..
Echoes of a whisper inside
my head


cramped in
tiny spaces
motionless with new thoughts -
a flash of sun glimmers leaves in
autumn

shaded
in their decline.
Waiting, I trace over
the lines on the palm of my hand,
life lines

a space
through the maples
occupied, I adjust
the lens on my binoculars
close-up