Sunrise. This Spring’s First.
The Depth of Light Calls Forth Buds,
And Bird Song, and Hope
Late May, Sleeping In
To the Dappled Sound of Rain
And Flowers Growing
Figuring Things Out
Patiently as the Land and
Just as Mysterious
Poppies Bloom Again
Roots Pushed Down Through Earth and Time
Lift Up Memories
A Rose is Blooming
In My Mother’s Garden of
Beloved Children
Winter Remembered
White Crab Apple Blossoms Drift
Across the Sidewalk