April 30, 2013

April 29, 2013

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 25, 2013

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

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

April 18, 2013

April 17, 2013

April 16, 2013

April 15, 2013

April 14, 2013

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

April 13, 2013

April 12, 2013

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

(for Shravya)

April 11, 2013

April 10, 2013

April 09, 2013

April 08, 2013

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