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