Weeds and Wildflowers

I give up thinking too much Cold moon, beautiful half- Moon hanging there, serene In the western sky Light shines into the bedro...

Cold outside and in, The old house Cracking in the frigid night, And icy spears breach  The sagging window  Sashes as the wind blow...

You there? The arctic night is still, The great dome of heaven  Erasing boundary, fear. Not that I have suddenly become brave. I th...

In a very young new year, I ask for the gift of time.  I have squandered it.  There is no going back,  But in the strangest way,  ...

Outside the wind is blustery, steady, serious. I hear it, I remember That if I don’t, I‘ll miss it. I think about how hard I’ve bee...

Outside in unsettled early winter dark The hunters return to their pickups Parked sideways along now-brittle corn rows. They’ve been ...

On waking: Dream still fertile, Two planes in one Endless landscape, Colors of soil and moss And that is all.  Do I have the right To...