Saturday, June 7, 2014

Wood Thrush Poets

5:10 AM Jun 7 West Virginia home
The wood thrush calls early Saturday morn’n,
Bird books call the song “ee-oo-lay”
While fog rolls out roses along the northern horizon,
Telling it, as those dead, some just born,
Poets and lovers do: “Seize the day.”

Sunday, June 1, 2014

june first promises

June first 
promises summer
the brilliant bloom
in early morning rays
the doorway
a darkened