The moon is a coy

The moon is a coy
One. She hides further behind
Her dark veil each day.

Thinking of summer

Thinking of summer,
Counting the days yet to slip
Past before we're free.

We come causing pain

We come causing pain.
In pain we linger and leave:
Paying love's fair price.

Dancing in circles

Dancing in circles,
Her partner always facing,
Spinning 'round the fire.

A turtle carries

A turtle carries
His house over the highway
Looking for water.

Between the colors

Between the colors
Still other colors hiding
Past perception's end.

Shouting down the hall

Shouting down the hall
To greet someone, their head tucked
Away, ignoring.

His shadow sometimes

His shadow sometimes
More substantial than himself
Stretches past his sight.

The florescent buzz

The florescent buzz
Drowned by the rain on the roof:
Good mother rebuts.

Mother wrapping us.

Mother wrapping us.
Blanket of water and air
To smother/nourish.

The trees build themselves

The trees build themselves
From dirt and air and sunlight.
Towers of magic.

Tappity tapping

Tappity tapping,
Lines of letters dip and jump
Dancing new entry.

Bright halo against

Bright halo against
A dark background, cast upward
From the woman-lamp.

She is remaking

She is remaking
Herself again, a new birth.
Spring is in the air.

An eye-full of sun

An eye-full of sun
And time to contemplate dreams:
Spring sleeping-in days.

Frightfully clever

Frightfully clever
Alternatives allowed by
Ambiguity.

Marshmallow tower

Marshmallow tower
Falling under its own weight
Slowly crystallized.

Red-chest basilisk

Red-chest basilisk
Leaves it's den after long sleep,
The first sign of spring.

Tea pot's wail reaching

Tea pot's wail reaching,
Picks me up, and carries me
Through the kitchen door.

Like puzzle pieces

Like puzzle pieces,
The parts of an older me
Coming together.

Tired eyes, but quick tongue

Tired eyes, but quick tongue
Slowed little by the spring's cool,
Protected by dragons.

Playing at power

Playing at power
To take life, or protect it
Playing army man.

The light forcing through

The light forcing through
Stratisfied air and water
Brings strange radience.

Rage unrelated

Rage unrelated
To us, connected somehow
To us, from the dead.

Resting on his mop

Resting on his mop
For a moment it becomes
A king’s walking stick.

The grainy texture

The grainy texture
Abhorrent in an apple,
Perfect in a pear.