It’s technically winter, but love and spring are in the air. These poems are both about thresholds. I am not dreaming— yet I am elsewhere maybe with the late moon outside this cold window— clumps of oatmeal cloud move slowly west against the tide— a pulse of cotton reflects the feather’d candy ring that surrounds…
Two Poems for The Light and The Beautiful Dark
SummerSethaiku hummingbird lingers summer sets on shorter days fragrance holds the rose A comment about these poems:My creative focus has been concerned with the spaces between things, seasons, mind-sets, and life stages— those liminal markers, like summer fragrance on dried roses and that new wrinkle on the brow.