April 30, 2013



riverside peacocks
playing catch and release
with the light


April 29, 2013



pale and all angles:
no more jumping
from this spider




April 28, 2013


those white blossoms
fallen before I had the chance
to ask their name




April 27, 2013


her daily words
of generous appraisal:
“it’s perfectly good”               


(In memory of Weedie Stokes, whose memorial meeting was today... her children said she was both generous and frugal, and cited “it’s perfectly good” as a family mantra of sorts.)



April 26, 2013

April 25, 2013


at day’s end,
couples asking each other:
did you see the moon?


April 24, 2013

April 23, 2013


closed for the day
missing out on the moonlight —
tulips




blossoms tumbling down
to reveal the green beneath —
cold snap


Brave



The single goes on sale today. #justsayin

April 21, 2013


the sound
of my heartbeat in my ears —
first bike ride of spring





April 20, 2013


watching from the porch
as petals cover the walk —
nested snow shovels


April 19, 2013


a soft soaking rain
answer to the tulips’
prayers


April 18, 2013


after the rain —
gutters lined with
cherry blossoms


April 17, 2013


heading north
only to see spring reel
back into itself

April 16, 2013

recital season —
emergency shopping
for dress shoes


April 15, 2013


magnolia petals

spilling afternoon sunlight

as they fall



April 14, 2013


looking great now —
the lilac we cut back
to almost nothing




April 13, 2013


telling it again
that story about the wind —
daffodils


April 12, 2013



rain at the window —
tomorrow the creek will sing
a new raga


(for Shravya)

April 11, 2013

April 10, 2013




mapping
the storm in my head

by counting the miles




April 09, 2013


spirea waiting
to jump in and double-dutch
with forsythia


April 08, 2013


bike wheels
with cards in the spokes —
here comes spring!

April 07, 2013

recycling day –
the wind pushes last year's leaves
into the street


April 06, 2013


before the big test
she patiently teaches me
how to skip stones


April 05, 2013


my father coming home
“Any good mail today?”
teaching me hope


(Written as my parents drove home from FL to upstate NY.)

April 04, 2013


after the death —
wide open days choked with
wait, where was I?



(In memory of Anne Jablow, beloved friend, wife, mother, and fourth grade teacher.)

April 02, 2013



the cold air returns
to find us with our heads down,
cheering each green shoot

April 01, 2013



leaving the grocery store —
a man with a bright bouquet
and a shy smile