Weeds and Wildflowers

When he died in the river,  She knew. In her kitchen the morning stopped short of  The dawn and centered her stillness on water,  The smell ...

Tonight the half-moon is bright, Shining like a perfect scepter in the gift of black sky, And across this small landscape Gardens, pr...

Across the valley lights are sparse; Beyond, dark swaths of near-farmlands Stretch the length of lake for More than forty northern miles....

Last night, an old friend said She thought she and another old friend Would go out finding cranes. I imagine, rem...

Straying toward light at late day's end, Room warm, suffused, The intensity of lowering illumination on the book...

Across a snowy landscape In reverie Things stitch together Under lace of smoke, pluming from the fire into Ice th...

Night deep black outside, Stars blinding in the dome of heaven, South of Lake Ontario, and Canada, beyond. Wind moans aro...