Thursday, May 26, 2011


Dawn’s dull light spills in
azalea blooms burst blood-red
a deepening green

Sunday, May 22, 2011


The mewing newborn
in a concussion of green
blooms about to burst

Monday, May 16, 2011


A siren at night
sounds like an owl’s frantic call
if you hear it right

Friday, May 13, 2011


Wind clatters the leaves
insistent fingers that reach
outside my window

Monday, May 9, 2011


In this gathered night
a car parks, stereo blasting
then the quiet speaks

Wednesday, May 4, 2011


Lost balloons sail past
pale orbs in the twilight sky
planes criss-cross above