River View Cemetery 

So many sittings

at graves 

on wet grass. 

A sprawling bush

where ashes

of a lover, a

brother, both

parents placed

under earth. 

On wet grass—

so many sittings,

family tombstones,

grave markers,

a bush fed by ash,

wordlessly here

we sit

on wet grass….

A buttery slant

Of sunlight 

Beckons.

Forgoing all manners,

Dawn’s beacon

Subtly unruly

Welcomes

Us truly.  

 the wind sings

like a stream

learning to dream

like unseen currents

of a river flowing

you bite your words

like teeth

and tongue

tasting truth

then suddenly 

closing

 October, Lake Superior 

you fell as a leaf

onto the lake below. 

you claimed you knew 

what you could not know.

you surrounded your days

with words that glow. 

you fell as a leaf

onto the lake below. 

 Blue Vase, Pink Flowers 

The vase of roses

all at once

have turned 

their crowd

of pink

faces towards 

a buttery

slant of

sunlight,

smiling faintly

petals blinking

they’re  glad 

to be

waking up,

dwelling

within blue

space,

gathering

day’s tasks 

together 

here

and

nowhere 

else. 

 Morning’s Hordes

There’s an epidemic 

of poetry 

invading 

my house—

I’ve never 

felt so well

protected

since inviting

these invaders

in. 

roots deepen

in fidelity 

to mystery

of longing 

for water’s

unseen 

belonging….