
If I were a crystal,
I might be a citrine mushroom,
holding rain from my face, Continue reading

If I were a crystal,
I might be a citrine mushroom,
holding rain from my face, Continue reading

the gray catbird
me-ee-ee-ow tweets;
the breeze is as still
as a Japanese lantern
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dolphins break the surface
scattering starlight, but
far below in the kelp forest,
dancing on waves of
blue bioluminescence,
lantern fish glow
and sea nettle pulse, Continue reading

love,
born in a small child,
a calm six years young,
holding an infant with
tiny toes, heavy head,
hungry, trusting, growing, Continue reading

The rhododendron doesn’t bloom
like the cherry, in wispy pink petals
that fall like snow in the first wind,
no, the rhododendron blooms
like a queen, standing her ground,
petals unmoved by rain and wind, Continue reading

from bare trees to green hearts
and dancing fronds —
three weeks since April nudged May Continue reading

Waves beat the shore into sand,
wheels of clouds darken the day,
not one thing goes as planned.
But a rock ledge offers a chair,
I rest my feet close to the salt spray,
and the cooling breeze lifts my hair.
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under the glass sky
trembling like butterfly wings,
thousands of orchids
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after a hard rain,
flowers cast away petals
and bow to the wind
the rich darkness of the earth
smells ripe, bitter and alive
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kids hunting tadpoles,
my icy toes walk, slip, slide
against the flow
dappled light on green water
birds hop branch to branch heckling
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birds shake rain from wings,
the wind speaks in the trees
split leaf casings dance
withholding from hungry leaves
a dawn breakfast of sunlight
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