a fallen penny

A falling penny will shatter glassdropped from the landing on the second floor, but a snowflake that fell ten mileswill barely whisper when it strikes my skinas though it chose to land softly.Money has no mind, while snow is scheming.I’m told that snow is no accident,that it is a design, not by a deitybut by the…

Moth

I read once, that a moth is different from a butterfly because of how they fold their wings. It’s that all it takes? Is there some instruction, an origami for being? Would you rather be loved for the way sunlight shines on you? Or love the light itself, in lieu of all else, though it…

Strawberry

The strawberry grows underneath the nettle;And wholesome berries thrive and ripen bestNeighbour’d by fruit of baser quality. Shakespeare; King Henry V. Act I. Scene 1.

Valley Ambuscade

Here and there they rise from water trapped in the aircharcoal and black, perspiring with fog,a little copse of firs flashes past and I want to get outand crawl into the darkness and lieon the spongy ground thereand rest, until the roots grow around meand I can just breathe more slowlywith every gasp of the…

26,000 days.

It was your birthday last week . You would have been 73 years old. l forgot it was your birthday, at least on the day. I think – I hope – that’s a healthy sign. I mean, how long can I worry about you? You are dead and the world keeps turning regardless. 73 years…

Spiral Garden Recipe

3 cups Nasturtium flowers, 10 small leaves of the same. Half a cups of bee balm Fresh juniper and pepper berries. All washed and dried. Place into a large clean jar Fill to the top with Apple cider vinegar Close. Shake. Put it into the darkness. Wait. Repeat at least seven days. Strain the lustrous…

Murmuration

There’s a memory of fieldsat dusk, and the way crickets tune endlesslyfor a symphony they will never play.Tell me that I am still alive,in the memory of a first kiss,beneath the benevolent gaze of a ferris wheel. There is a memory of a thousand birdsturning as one mind, as though the apricot skywere limpid seas,…

Pine Sugar

The air is drenched with cold that grabs at the rock with greedy fingers. Two bushels of needles in your hand past the spattered field where the feet burst from a hedge woven as right as a basket. Sixty miles north the end of an empire slumbers as carbon stains the churches, the palaces and…

We are whole

I went to the museum today and watched my baby drum his hands on cabinets of Rhodolite, Crysoprase and Beryl, And thought about the rainbows of jewels in the dust strewn galleries of Vienna, and how you would never again be there to tell me stories about them. So I held your grandson close and…