April 30, 2009

The garden center

sells beauty, order, and hope.

Plants are just the means.

April 29, 2009

Spreading mulch today.

Like a new coat of wall paint,

it covers the dirt.

April 28, 2009

Like plants in our yard

we are rooted here. Like birds

we still want to fly.

April 27, 2009

Elevation of 

temperature, pollen count.

Descent to summer.

April 25, 2009

Good advice from Dr. John:

Everything I do

gon' be funky from now on.

Everything I do.

April 24, 2009

For Alan Berg

Whatever the meal,

good friend and conversation

make the nutrition.

April 23, 2009

A plain, front-yard shrub,

for decades unnoteworthy,

cradles two blue eggs.

April 22, 2009

4 AM. Bill knocks

politely at morning's door:

Please let me come in.

April 21, 2009

The road, wide and straight,

quickly slopes away, narrows,

and leads off the map.

April 20, 2009

Dark morning quiet

remembers the winter's chill

birds sing to forget.

April 17, 2009

In Anna's New York,

her studio, her paintings,

her emerging world.

April 16, 2009

Limbs spread across bed

or tuck tight, glad they are not

straight in a coffin.

April 15, 2009

Tax day, gray sky, cold 

rain and viruses abound. 

Unsung side of spring.

April 14, 2009

Spring rain, cold and gray,

puddles under red tulips,

yellow daffodils.

April 13, 2009

Oscar Red Sox fan?

In nature versus nurture,

nurture triumphs here.

April 10, 2009

Bill Frisell Trio last night

Melodies splinter

and swell in loops and layers

between jazz and noizz.

April 9, 2009

A sudden growth spurt.
More eating, sleeping, crying.
Six-month sizes soon?

April 9, 2009

Fall mulch dusted off.

Flower beds scoured and polished.

Dirty spring cleaning.

April 8, 2009

Old shirts weeded out.

New ones come wrapped like seed packs.

Cultivated ground.

April 7, 2009

Cast blankets away.

Fling flannel sheets and nightshirts.

Make beds of petals.

April 6, 2009

Cars on the highway,

students at desks, dogs sniffing.

Mondays are busy.

April 3, 2009

Nitrogen shows clear

in earth's thick atmosphere, but

green in thin grass blades.

April 2, 2009

Bulbs send up their flags,

semaphores announcing, World,

I'm here, here, here, here. 

April 1, 2009

Weeds, the teenagers

already at puberty

in cold early spring.