Weeds and Wildflowers

That quarter moon Moved really fast across The western sky just now, Readying for tomorrow Here on the cusp of midnight. My view shed i...

Cat slouches in an open sill, While apple gold-green Light transports the Heady scent of linden, Aphrodisiac of smell and light, The mo...

Wanting for memory To explain the floating images, Fugitive phrases In my mind, the ones I can't Quite catch, snippets Of old stori...

Summers were long in that time, And down the road, the Cranky old woman who lived Amid her hollyhocks on the Shabby farm Would sell you...

Down behind the wild hedgerow In that little dip where spruces  Stand apart and make a Heart if I'm looking for signs,  The sky...

Turmoil begins to settle, Who could ever say why, But it does, In visceral, tangible ways. In the background  A fine presence, I...

What kind of a moon is this, Anyway, stabbing bright As the middle of the Night shifts towards daylight I am not here often. Clouds f...