Weightless on a Thought (from the journal)

No leaves yet.  

Lots of room for you, 

black-capped chickadee 

in the honeysuckle.  4-1-13

 

Closed this morning,

all of bloodroot’s little faces

point to where they last saw

yesterday’s sun.  4-3-13

One wood poppy is joined

by another,

both hug the cold ground. 4-3-13

Sailing,

vulture in the air,

me in the car.

We go, weightless

on a thought.  4-3-13

The dark blue evening light

weighs across us

rich with warmth,

April’s color.  4-9-13

The air.

It moves.

It’s warm.

It carries chickadee’s voice.  4-9-13

Tomorrow

today’s dark clustered silhouettes

will be pink, crab apple’s own

spring sneeze.  4-10-13

One rock cress mustard,

two columbine seedlings grace

the decaying pot.  4-10-13

So close is mourning dove,

I sit inside the periphery

of his hollow voice.  4-11-13

They don’t want to let it go,

the beautiful day, the birds.

Evening song.  4-15-13

Red maple flowers,

white pear flowers

float on the turning rust.

Spring colors.  4-15-13

Crab apple

wholly pink

admired by bees

and me.  4-17-13

Side by side

wood poppy’s yellow faces

radiate with perfect pitch.  4-20-13

Left over from winter,

inkberry’s crystal light rises

unsheltered under opening

maple umbrellas.  4-24-13

Elaeagnus angustifolia

The morning wind blew the words

right out of my mind.

Empty flower bells quiver.  4-25-13