Most of these are new poems, written in the last few weeks, but a few are old ones about spring and I wanted to include them here as well.
no robins today
only the red-haired
mailman
dreaming about the umbrella
that would not open —
heavy rains last night
holding onto each other
long after the train
has left the station
lonely day
then I found you
and a blue iris
(in response to "Sharing a Path," a painting by C. Robin Janning)
between the slats
of our new garden fence —
evening sun
(in response to "Contemporary Art 35," a painting by Lynne Taetzsch)
cutting through the parking lot
I never expected to see you
poppies
(in response to "Contemporary Art 45," a painting by Lynne Taetzsch)
just when I
give into it
the rain stops
since I met you
they seem to find me —
heart-shaped rocks
striking
the brass bell —
fog lifts
outside my favorite restaurant
a gang of delinquent
bees
friends bring me feathers
still
I never fly away
I didn't want to care so much
but then I did —
little ant
worn-out sofa
on the side of the road —
rest awhile
sometimes
even loneliness
crowds me
birthday bouquet
hyacinths
the color of your eyes
our old green hammock
just a memory
between 2 large oaks
filling her wagon
with yellow irises
the girl can't stop laughing
mother
picks a dandelion to wear in her hair
she calls this gardening
high tide
a love note stuck on a rock —
hopeless
the longest hill
walking my broken bicycle
back home
a moment ago
it wasn't there —
first iris
early morning walk
distracted by spring
bee and I collide
lazy afternoon
counting your freckles
while you tell me your dream
lazy afternoon
even the wind chimes
are napping
crow's shadow
lands on
my shadow's head
you're not home —
your cats greet me at the window —
they miss you too
sudden rainstorm
holding a red balloon
over my head
(in response to "Deep City Four," by Lynne Taetzsch)
bowing to the setting sun
my shadow
walks into the sea
in from the garden
even your knees
smell minty
between two mountains
a lost echo —
who will keep the secrets now?
garlic harvest festival
you arrive
carrying white lilies
laughing so hard
we miss
the thunder
