Works

A glimpse into my poems …

We use up beauty

for a moment

cut flowers

in a vase --

bring this grief

indoors

too soon petals fade,

soundlessly drop.

Early spring

at the wood’s edge --

trillium bloomed

fallen stars

jeweled with dew --

this a better death,

one by one

lights go out

the wood

dark again.

At the Mercy of …

Forever scarred

these bleeding hearts

poked again and again

by mining bees,

peony necks unable to hold

beautiful heads

full of heavy thoughts,

beetles lace petals

have orgies

in shallow cups

of yellow roses.