May 27, 2016

May 26, 2016

peony blossoms
in slow-motion burst
you reach for my hand


May 24, 2016

a string of warm days,
tiny choirs in crescendo
hatched nestlings


May 23, 2016

circles in the grass
where the deer slept last night
I think of old friends


May 21, 2016

May 20, 2016

even as we turn
blinding light still in our eyes
the truth of his death