I am rich with acorns, rocks, and twigs, leaves with rusted colors, and precious weedling sprigs…
Ice
Not every storm looks like a storm…
Swift Clouds on a White Sun
“swift clouds on a white sun in the warm of winter a storm passes…”
My Job as a Poet
“my job as a poet is to stare at a fountain trying to come up with the right word…”
A Leaf Falls
“Swept into a sound like waves, it falls, riding the flurry, twirling through the long lonely space between heaven and earth…”
Blue Sunrise
“Sometimes you can’t see the sun when it rises. Sometimes the clouds overwhelm….”
Say Hello to Neptune for Me
“There was no beauty like the stars. No brighter jewel. No higher dream. My gaze was fixed on planets far, running toward a single theme of galaxies and things that are wove deep between the cosmic seams….”
