FIRST WARM NIGHT  come, let us sleep with windows wide tonight a salty breeze like silk upon the skin the birds will wake us early, and the dog will want her walk and breakfast–come to bed my love, and dream of sippng wine beneath the flowering island trees. This narrow slice  of year is precious, […]

SAYING IT  Yellow forsythia has opened in arboreal silence above daffodils.  From dark branches and dry ground come thin-skinned flower tissues – organic star cups and trumpets alive with root juice and small perfumes.  Again the green calligraphy of leaves uncurled and the odorless foliage of tender species all around like limelight, white double tint […]