wind tangled trees coiling across a yellow moon spiraling leaves surf-curled dunes

Pappa always told me that you should never tell all you… and I found it to be good advice I recall the time I got back from… with my winter stores back in ‘39

a cookbook is a strange place to find a recipe for the mind but the notes tell me the lemon tr… blooms year ‘round, never stops; while one branch sweetens the air

crumbling mortar and stone among the trees it stands alone morning glories creep upon the flo… the stair has fallen through the d… the music of summer is in the air

Many times, my father, drunk upon… “Spare the rod and spoil the child… Swung his belt and lay the stripes… To cleanse my soul. And I, drunk upon memory and whis…

seek the council of wild things in… leaves that turn their silver side… before the rain slender reeds that accept and bend they will sew your words abroad

Empty moorings and Quiet lighthouse watch the bay Crawl back to the sea

Time for a pit stop Half face in rear view mirror Road unwound behind

Clouds on horizon Now and then a shorebird’s cry On buffeting wind

Suppose you was 18 years old And never had a single thing In all your life to call yours alo… Except your body and your face? And suppose you went to work

once the larvae have hatched how long can they survive without… each day I go forceps in hand to count the dead

grey rocks flowering in melting fu… first blooms of March after winter… a flock of ducks is muttering in t… the first light of day to brush th… shakes the branches they reply…

Snowflakes or fireflies Beneath an oval moon Do I wake or dream?

silent universe solitary traveller a perfect union