
in the box truck’s wake
a rumbling in the alley
birch garden sparkles

in the box truck’s wake
a rumbling in the alley
birch garden sparkles

a thread of branches
patch quilt sown by many hands
color flows -brittle

in a crooked line
moist scent of soil and moss
a robin hopping

I lower my gaze
looking down at a night sky
shade of a park bench

afternoon showers-
from under winter’s blanket
spring sprouting snowdrops!


slice of window light-
a field of sparkling diamonds
on her bare skin

leafless branches sing
one thousand conversations
a floating feather

waterfall roaring
the dripping of melting snow
weaves a melody

under the branches
sunken leaves and cloudy skies
daytime-nighttime dreams

slick as ice -I slip!
treading waters and branches
meandering clouds

pure water stirring
waves trickle across the sand
February thaw

wonderful ruckus!
snowmelt flows -a babbling stream
two-year-old grandson

river of starlight
snowmelt pond an empty sky
cattail seeds shimmer


winter storm winds cease
froth from soaring waves adrift
Palouse rolling swells