Don't know why
but looking at the lawn beneath the apple tree
from my seat beneath the arbor in our backyard—
the mixture of longish grasses and clover
...
Mid-morning. Monday. College campus.
Spring semester done.
Few are here
with all its trees, bushes, flowers
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1 Cor 1: 25
When Hitler ruled Berlin
the bees went out and in.
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In early light
a street or so ahead
a body walking
much in silhouette—
...
The calendar tells
that spring is still
a wistful distance away.
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from "While Passing Through"/Fall
Crisp air—caw caw caw—
riot of changing colors—
...
It's snowing seeds!
From all the elms
with graceful limbs
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from 'While Passing Through'/Summer
Summer morning sky.
Behind the clouds overhead
...
For Claude
the shimmering light
on water and on flowers.
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Poets are like spiders—
better poets
better spinners—
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