April 30, 2018

April 28, 2018

rain and more rain —
somewhere underneath it all
a seed is making plans


April 27, 2018

April 26, 2018

ready for shadows —
the moon sneaks all the way
past the tallest tree


April 25, 2018

April 24, 2018

the gaze of a fox
piercing and pinning me
to the curve of this world

April 23, 2018

I make myself
a cave of down-hanging willow —
will she come find me?


April 22, 2018

an old cedar tree
center-split by the storm —
we can’t stop looking


April 21, 2018

April 20, 2018

spring morning —
the breeze carries with it
a lamb’s first cry


April 19, 2018

big spoon, little spoon —
we fall soundly asleep
without meaning to


April 18, 2018

finally some spring leaves —
I hear the sparrow
before I see it


April 17, 2018

seeds announcing
their safe landing spots —
our unplanned flowers


April 16, 2018

all the way home
we cast spells by naming blossoms —
pear, forsythia...


April 15, 2018

April 14, 2018

afternoon walk —
even the hint of a bud
stops us in our tracks


April 13, 2018

walking outside
with no thought of a coat —
strangers trade smiles


April 12, 2018

children’s upturned faces
chatting on the walk to school —
blossoms everywhere


April 11, 2018

April 10, 2018

April 08, 2018

busy sparrows
jumping from branch to branch
seeking a warm spot


April 07, 2018

pussywillow —
I can’t keep from touching
her new spring haircut


April 06, 2018

unexpected loss —
a crow on the high, dead branch
looking the wrong way




(for KS, in memoriam)

April 05, 2018

April 04, 2018

on the road again —
the air, the sky, shot through with
unfamiliar songs


April 03, 2018

empty spaces
where the buds should be —
our storm-broken trees


April 02, 2018

running a bath
as the temperature falls —
last snow before spring


April 01, 2018