excerpts from a forthcoming collection

Full Worm Moon

crawling through the night 
as the robin returns

soon you will fade 
bringing spring skies 

and sunny days 
when the robin

hunts in grass shoots 
for your earthly sisters 

and sings to angelic clouds 
floating in a blue-grey sky.

copyright 2005. all rights reserved.

Full Snow Moon

Full Snow Moon’s last blast of chills
foreshadow springtime’s winsome thrills.

Hungry faces hide away.
Snow Moon glows on southern bay.

Tiny buds begin to toil—
muscle through liquescent soil.

Snowy Moon winks at winsome spring
and blasts chilly kisses—farewell to winter’s fling.

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other poetry

Now Fall

Fall is half over, but winter insisted.

Yesterday was arctic. Jagged clouds 
threw crisp blades across a blue-grey prospect. 
Polar winds crushed ice on my reluctant skin. 
Leaves peeled from trees, exposing 
a season of squirrel havens. 
   
But that was yesterday. Today….

Today was a lark. Wispy white puffs 
spread smiles across sky-blue shadows. 
Friendly winds melted my cold mood 
with solar wit. Robins rose in sun-kissed air 
as if warm days were forevermore.…

Tomorrow, who knows?  

Cold front, warm stationary—no matter.
Leaves will scatter, birds will sing … and I, 
rising from the other side of night, will wonder 
how a love that warms like a sunny day 
can turn and blow as bitter as winter wind. 

Is this a passing season? 

Maybe Spring will say.  

First published in Ink to Paper, Vol. 5. copyright 2020. all rights reserved.