Thursday, April 21, 2011


The full moon hangs on the wearing night
and floods the fields with amber light
golden, haloed, sanctified
slumbers the swimming countryside
the pale road shines like bloodless rust
my feet are swathed in silver dust
and light in which the land is dressed
with that which glorifies my breast
illuminates unbearably
so much too beautiful for me!

Photo taken by my husband!

Wednesday, April 06, 2011


Come laughing with me into the rain
puddle-wet ... knee-high ... slush-mashed
nuzzling rain
turn and laugh
and curl into the world ...
follow the children dancing with spattered feet
or swinging in swings ...
spinning and vanishing over the street ...

Or let's run with the rivers of cats and leaves
away from the showers ...
until both of us drip and fade
like a handful
of paper flowers.