Maybe the first take of a place is the most correct one the sweet relief of green a shock of it! under open blue skies elaborately scalloped clouds nosy chickens familiar rivers what a long long long winter it had been the air no lighter than it was across the channel but I was immeasurably so happy even
(2) Wan sunrise on the frills of fledgling pea vines a red hue betrays these sprouts as beets and here the dumb exuberance of the radishes yes I have grown cold please accept these as my excuse
Herald to a gaudy spring the potted Narcissus outside the door sprouts from a pool of standing water strange how a myth persists but nothing truly self-absorbed would share so freely unattributably and intangibly its scent so maybe that’s the Hyacinth these flowery Greeks easy to confuse all springing up from the blood of gods and lovers
He is a dreamer; let us leave him: pass. . Beware the ides of march a blunt bit of soothsaying still vague as rain but more than most of us get– . a proper rain today the lawn waterlogged sober and calm sometimes I underestimate the gray and its singular inward focus . the flute-like call of some bird falls through an open window almost cold enough out to warrant shutting it but the keen […]
A leave-taking still I’ll see these yellow doors again but it won’t be this me hardly a loss so why this longing for lasting? . All the seeds we planted are coming up distinctive seed leaves true to type and rain this weekend– progress as planned . Is this the way it goes for blossoms that fall off of nascent fruits false starts that only thought they were the thing . Or is this just […]
Some things aren’t as they seem this isn’t snow it’s petals from the tree see you can still smell the perfume sharply tinged at the end with life and green vigor not wholly sweet not artificial a welcome change now spending days in rooms that breathe for you and bleed for you if you lack the volition rooms full of the gone involuntarily and also voluntarily even those we drag back and to what– here […]
Softly we sang all the songs we knew about rain hymns to the early evening set in a spacious house not mine . The cat wanted in the cat wanted out the open door let in a chill that felt like a reprieve . Such watery views a wash of panes the mountains pouring in to lakes or lakes cresting up in to peaks . Again what is waiting just beyond is kindness– a hard […]
A rainbow of spine boards lean against the wall like surfboards the pre-dawn rosy past where the ambulances drop off somewhere in that fog out there is a harbor no beaches though it seems we’re on the edge of something here the set of red beacons that encircle the heliport promise both safety and danger welcome but stay back
Doubt just like a swallowed stone doubt just like a slip on ice that gulp of a moment that sip of knowing that absolutely anything is possible and the improbable is hardly exclusively good
Along the interstate just more flat towns pinned in place by overtly-worded billboards then nothing and the cows that live there . this landscape is too verbose for a country idyll– come here for salvation or call this lawyer– . grim gun-metal birds hawks peregrines ghost over the lanes using us as cover life always finding a way to take another . a new town appears now no it’s no different than the last
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