in shadows
shed by first light
my waking
October 2016
signs of change
the stain of food
as it enters
and as it leaves
I too
practice being
useless
light bent into shape
hard times . . .
down to their last
trumppence
spring rains
death never looked
so good
spring begins –
how can the earth contain
its surprise?
from without
mute constellations
wheeling within
the details
of cloven hooves the
devil is in
beginning
the Word with and was
God in the
on the move
a spring wind ruffling
dead sea scrolls
the singing
is hers as the wind
moves the stars