The sun broke the rules of winter,/ Creeped inside gallantly with a promise of elopement./ The Beatles

Wind rustles the leaves./ Trees shimmer yawning deeply,/ Anticipation.// Autumn equinox

The easiest way to get to the top of a mountain is to be born upon its peak/ The second easiest way to get

A stiletto-pointed star shines/ in a stained-glass sky./ As the Golgotha-gray star/ twinkles on a town unseen

in day's heat / trees sweat fruit / on burned hill- / side foreheads, / on deep orchard / valleys and cool.

Awake in my pajamas,/ nibbling on fruitcake,/ I stand by the window/ on this winter night,/ and watch the

This summer the foliage arches/ over our small garden, grows/ ferociously, as if our soil/ were

Whether/ or not/ it wants/ to freeze/ (or not),/ it can't/ make up/ its mind.

Passing clouds/ Make shifting shadows/ Dark to light/ Then shining bright// The wind is strong

from gripping ground/ still wrapped/ in clinging green —/ pulled numb,// a skinless thing

The spring in my step/ Made me faster than my playmates/ Carried me higher and farther/ Then as a feather

Pardon me for interrupting./ These words have been clamoring to escape/ Tearing apart my mouth

To every particle that exists in space/ There must be another, a counterpart./ For every quark, an

Autumn Olive, Asian Carp,/ Butterbur, Barberry, Baby’s Breath, lasagna-like/ Curly pondweed

A baby bird flaps/ an awkward beat/ of wings, chaos/ in an ordered world,/ one, two, thirty-three

empty trees/ standing still…only/ the willow sways// another fall/ has left its harvest./ the ground lies fallow

On a warm September day/ We were walking along the Bluffs/ You started to run and I followed

I unfold/ the train car,/ the bar,/ review each crease./ Their origami/ a reverse map/ to that first intention.

I walk among cottonwoods./ They stand in prayer silence,/ their bare branches raised/ toward constellated

Entangled thoughts clash/ in the darkened room/ should do, could do, must do, might./ Explosion of energy