Friday, January 30, 2015


There is a moontree on
Our property that only 
Grows one, then it's done,
According to need-- the
Rest  goes  to  seed.
You see, when the moon
Wears out --but hasn't
Yet-- one is all one gets.
We will not go without.

Monday, January 26, 2015

She Photos

She photos  frost
On tabletops and
Days stunned  in
Frozen  sunshine
Out  the window.


Friday, January 16, 2015

Fog Shovelers

In mind, invisible
Fog shovelers scrape
A path clear and pile
Divisible mist on
Either side, allowing
Me, defined as here.
I am following behind
This, and upon that
Path, decide to go
And pursue order.
What lies past its
Borders, I don't know.

Wednesday, January 7, 2015


                                     [Normavid of a chippering chorus --crank up volume]

Sudden colonies in 
Low branches-- 
Bushtits, finches-- 
Full of discussion, 
Oration, midwinter 
Debate 'til late 
Afternoon; each 
Chirp opening new 
Warbles ahead 
Of a rising moon.