Monthly Archives: May 2013

Two Cinquains for the End of May

Today I saw my first lilac flower of the year, full-sized, purple, but the florets not yet open—just one lonely flower on a vine-choked lilac in the brushy tangle under skinny poplars at a street corner. Two Cinquains for the … Continue reading

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Contain Yourself, Spring

Contain Yourself, Spring You burst at the seams with greens you can’t hold—and still splash reds and yellows at evening’s blue skies.

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Apple Blossoms Fade Long Before They Fall

Apple Blossoms Fade Long Before They Fall These apple blossoms barely burst from buds before their deep red begins its fade through pink to white—watch, our hair turns grey as they fall.

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Low Tide at Sunset

Low Tide at Sunset Dead low tide as the sun slips down a late May sky. The wind has died and in early evening stillness the old lindens creak as they strain slow leaves through bent twigs towards a green … Continue reading

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May 28

May 28 Late, late apple blossoms finally unfolding their dark red petals, deigning to beckon summer to bring nearer its insouciant nights and radiant days awash in salt waves.

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Late May Forget-Me-Not Blues Tanka

Late May Forget-Me-Not Blues Tanka Poor forget-me-nots, I see you shiver, huddle, in the late May cold and know why you are so blue this spring—I yearn for warmth too.

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Bury Your Face in the South Wind of May

Bury Your Face in the South Wind of May Do not shun the south wind. Its cargo is summer— rain and birds and awakening insects. And when It shifts slightly west the flowers grow wild in their sorrow, bloom dangerous … Continue reading

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