violets and clover
covered by a fallen mist
of dogwood blooms –
what is scattered
finally grows
Ending April
/lightening at dawn
releasing shapes
of another day
a train's sorrow
cuts through rain
in a minor key
if I am
no longer tortured
what gift is this storm?
Wish I May
/arc of day
behind me now
tulips dozing and seeds
growing in the dark –
make a wish on the star
named Nothing
Inherit the Earth
/soft refrains
after morning's hard frost
bright signals from lofting birds
measure home and deliver psalms
of love and forget-me-nots