i used to write poetry
broken lines, imperfect syllables, heart
so hard so imperfect so fucking bright
like the blue sky trying to break through and taunt a hailstorm but instead instead
instead
it's just ice
not the rain we needed to cool us in a heatwave
just ice
tearing through my well-tended garden
stealing the blue sky
steeling the blue eye
and ruining me
spring
Lakeside Love
sunset’s golden light
shines brighter in the mountains
with my perfect pup
Rhubarb Rules
what you don’t see here:
picking rhubarb in the rain
for salvation pie
Sunflower Girl
entrepreneur
winning with her lemonade
even as a teen
Good Steps
three-thirty a.m.
my oldest’s footsteps. good steps.
intentional steps.
this is not a moon.
this is a lunar eclipse.
(Super-Flower-Blood)
and she’ll be gone soon.
(no early-morning steps).
and i. am. eclipsed.
shadows of loss win
the afternoon shines bright.
(we still have our moon)
Seasonal Love
the best time of year
is strawberry-rhubarb pie
(yes, it's a season)
baked by my daughter
the sweet and sour combo
shines as bright as spring
Spring Forth
a midnight rainstorm
brought early this raging creek
and stole seed-planting
yet, cycle views burst
with blossoms of spring color
saving the lost day
No Blooms Yet
rock border, hostas,
and a new lupine. work day
saturday success.
Peas and Hops
the plants are rising
as the school year closes down
(garden life cycle)
What’s for Dinner?
graduation day
bleeds into normal doldrums
(life's quick, painful truths)
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