Paper

The paper whites are fixin to tumble
Out and over head
Beyond clay hand bound memory
Root root rootin beyond G

The paper whites are fixin to rumble
Over rocks and tap water
Once they get started
Oh just get them started
Once they get started
Stand back just a little
From your brow your singe

The paper whites are fixin to mumble
To amble and roam
The gnarwhals of the narcissus
The tuskers of bloom

Buds

They are coming
Swelling peeping
Peeking waiting
To bedazzle us
On the dogwood
On the milk run
Behind the pop cans
On the alley where it all falls down
Ready or not
Here they come
May Day
May Day
May Day

The 1

Cans in bags and babies in buggies
Scarves on a windy day
The man munching peanuts chatting on his phone and missing his stop
'For F sakes!'
Purple hair and grey beards
The shuffling of boots bodies spirits
Uptown
Downtown
across town
All one on
The 1

Hothouse

The ancient Christmas cactus has spines to spare
Hot pink in dappled sunlight
Lipstick kisses staining collars tabletops
Dreams
Hot pink snow banks
Deposits for spring

palm pilot

a new book of leaves
unadorned down freshly fallen
the size of a palm
headlines heart lines
others not yet drawn
how to walk in the snow without carving a path?
dancing between flakes...fingertips...ether
lighter than slighter than what a body holds
slivering silvering spirit
a blank page and all its promise
a new book of leaves

First flakes

10/10 and swaddling down
Eiders loons and swans among us
Putting the tendrils to bed
13/100 cast off on route 1
Three coppers one bluenose silver
Change...who needs it?
10/10 and swaddling down
The hurry of the flurry
The power of the shower
Change...we need it

Skein

A line in the sky is drawing down today
Nestled below where the berries are sleeping
A thin secret freeway from the ether to the other
Wax up your soles and shimmy down
Down to where it all converges
In the waning sun
In the golden light
In the threads that listen
Secret knots and bolts of dreams