Monday, September 19, 2016


spring day,
a yellow leaf falls –
ah! a butterfly

furrowed field –
the farmer’s face
splits into a grin

spring puddles -
the rain falling
into itself 

green shoots;
the scarecrow stuffed
with autumn straw

tilled ground –
the dry wood
of the hoe’s handle

outstretched arms –
the scarecrow
models his new duds

flame azaleas bloom
in the beds
of a burnt-out house 

 spring time –
harvest season
for the butterflies and bees

dropping from one loneliness
into another –
the chrysalis

cold morning –
the gritty scrape
of the hoe

the starless area
of the sky –
a looming mountain

a winter of deaths –
the spring lilies
smell funereal

folded wings –
all of a moth
the spider left

on a rake’s handle –
perhaps, it’s dreaming

the clink of our gear,
no words between us
this cold mountain morning

the magnolia blossoms
in the cold May rain

roses cling
to the stone house –
our late neighbor

a dewy rose –
the papery wings
of a butterfly

like the dew –
spring evanesces
into summer

after the burial –
a day moon

a sparrow alights –
the gate chain dropping
a chain of dew

near the hayfield fences,
visit the milk thistle

a brief shower –
plum petals
in the fresh puddles

spring thaw –
drop by drop, the opaque
becomes transparent

urban garden –
roses scale
the razor wire fence

flies buzz the dung;
monarchs dip
into the azaleas

thumps and patters
on my umbrella –
under the plums and out

plum petals,
bird droppings
on the garden buddha

the slightest waft
reveals their presence –

the passing of spring –
my empty
sake cup

the redbirds and I
for the dewberries

a day of plowing –
furrows crimp
the long shadows

spring garden –
the scarecrow
wears last year’s hat

the butterfly
enters the tulip

gently raking
the flower parts –
butterfly wings

silent labors –
a moth, a spider,
the yellow rose

its silent shape –
the bell’s shadow
on the garden wall

on red roses –
a white butterfly

new garden;
each year I look
more like the scarecrow

strong spring winds 
stretch the willows

 spring day –
among the furrows,
a scarecrow’s hat

a sudden shower
rattles loudly 
on the bus stop roof

                                                dogwood blossoms -
                                                               last to fade 
in the twilight 

spring day;
a red wagon -
a child pulling a child

where the girls played –
chalk markings
on the sidewalk

spring winds -
a farmer atop the tractor
loses his cap

late spring -
under the green woods
roll the Appalachian hills



fresh spring breezes
turning over
every new leaf 

four a.m. –
listening to my house
chatting with the rain

early spring –
a hint of green
in the dewberry thicket

wisteria in the pines –
scaling higher
each year

sun shower –
a muddy field;
shining tractor

in the muddy field -
a yellow tractor;
whitetail deer

afternoon nap –
the sound of rain

through an open window