Last Year's Leaves

last year's leaves
pushed aside by
opening wildflowers...

if you had wanted it
this place, too, could hold memories

The Curve

back-country curve
where two teenagers died...
so hesitant,
the fawn
preparing to cross

Last Morning

last quiet morning
before the birds' return…
in all these beginnings
how we focus
on the end

Seaside

seaside
we talk about resuming
the affair...
these pools that yesterday
were ocean

Illness

his illness...
beneath the fallen tree
wood violet petals

we never cure the ones
who aren't sick

Clean Smell

the clean smell
of tulip bulbs
and turned earth...somewhere
I hope your shovel
is filled with snow





[Sweet revenge...:-)]