Month: April 2013

Listen to May

The cruelty of April which lingers In a late deadening frost, in the fragile Breaking of stem, the flood that uproots, Is finally no match for that herald Of warm wildflower season—May. May says to you, Wind this bright ribbon Around the pole, hang…

After the Storm

Crooked driftwood in the skinny tree, Debris like veils shrouding broken branches, Small ground gourds from the previous summer Tumbling to artful rest on piles of small trees, Spring Creek after the seasonal storm.

I Share Cookies With You

Cookies! I have cookies. I will share. I will not eat them all. Come see me and I will give you one. Or two. Or three. Cookies! Here is my poem about cookies: Me want cookie. You want cookie? I got cookie. You want…

Open Pocket: Insert Poem

I will always love paper. Paper of any kind—in books, newspapers, letters, postcards, cardboard, playing cards, wadded up paper, paper made into origami figures and footballs and those little fortune-teller things you used to make in junior high during history class, notes, grocery lists,…

Cruelest Month Celebration: Treasure Hunting!

The  Cruelest Month Celebration scheduled for April 20, Saturday, at the museum is coming very soon. I am working on the poem treasure/cache hunt that will be the new activity for the day. Thirteen poem-clues will guide you around the property to a treasure…

Moving

  The spoonbill were running at low water dam, But the shirtless and shifty left little room To cast a line. We took the advice Of the bait shop clerk and a one-legged war veteran On a scooter and headed across corps land To…