October 16, 2017

mist turning to rain
the feeling of her absence


for C.R., in memoriam

October 14, 2017

the wind falls away
when was the last time
I heard her voice?

for C.R., in memoriam

October 13, 2017

October 12, 2017

walnuts all balled up
as if to invite my kick
the moon keeps rolling

October 11, 2017

October 10, 2017

caught watching the creek
as the leaves snag and spin
early October

October 09, 2017

re-weaving patterns
noticing things as you would
all these years later

October 08, 2017

October 07, 2017

after the hurricane
sparrows too tired to fly
all we can do is look

October 06, 2017

the last train whistle
anyone who isn’t home
can’t get there now

October 05, 2017

forgetting the names
of the flowers you planted
no one to ask, now

October 04, 2017

this not-quite-full moon
plenty of light to see
the faces we miss

October 03, 2017

maybe this firefly
was the last one of the year
practicing good-bye

October 02, 2017

deer in the moonlight
younger ones lagging behind
we know the feeling

October 01, 2017

our silence
full of something going on  
starlight between trees

September 30, 2017

cooler nights
the kisses she blows my way
take their sweet time

September 29, 2017

no trains running
trying to catch some warmth
we edge towards the fire

September 28, 2017

the first cool breeze
we all turn to face it
sighing with relief

September 27, 2017

failing at sleep
the downstairs cricket
starts back up again

September 26, 2017

September 25, 2017

birds singing the song
of our new backyard pool —
forgotten sprinkler

September 24, 2017

checking the bare spots
before heading up to bed
grass seed still just seed

September 23, 2017

dreaming again
of my grandfathers’ gardens
worlds built by hand

September 22, 2017

September 21, 2017

traveling at dusk
we realize we’ve reached the end
of firefly season

September 20, 2017

dreams of flying
in the morning, your lips graze
the back of my neck

September 19, 2017

our front walkway
crowded with fallen flowers
mid-September rain

September 18, 2017

tea shopping
we let the scents carry us
back to our grandmothers

September 17, 2017

so many bees
they may outnumber the blossoms
we try to count

September 16, 2017

mid-September drive
as dusk deepens to black,
more crickets than cars

September 15, 2017

late day sun
lending the grass its orange
my father takes his pulse

September 14, 2017

September 13, 2017

driving away
knowing I’ll feel that tug
our stories, entwined

September 12, 2017

cooler nights
we lavish our attention
on an indoor cricket

September 11, 2017

when crisp blue skies kindle
thoughts of smoke and ash

September 10, 2017

years later
flood lines halfway up houses
Irma’s legacy

September 09, 2017

idle at anchor
afraid of what we’ll learn
I avoid your name

September 08, 2017

some part of me still
under the imagined roof
of willow branches

September 07, 2017

September 06, 2017

broken bird’s egg
this tiny, perfect dome
no longer needed

September 05, 2017

the sudden silence
as boots come closer
crickets and their dreams

September 04, 2017

the last of the rain
singing softly to itself
I take myself to bed

September 03, 2017

two raccoons huddled
at the edge of the storm drain
weekend still slipping by

September 02, 2017

her shaky breath
a small sign of bravery
the rain starts back up

September 01, 2017

first day of fall
another round of lay-offs —

petals floating down

August 31, 2017

August 30, 2017

our side yard cricket
and a late night train whistle
passing each other

August 29, 2017

waves with whitecaps
rolling down the interstate
hurricane traffic

August 28, 2017

late night revival
joy and lamentation
as the songs ring true

(Inspired by the Resistance Revival Chorus)