Wednesday, March 31, 2021

4

Daybreak exhumes
the edifice out of the night
and lights its many gilded eyes.


Friday, March 26, 2021

3

The river thunders. 
In fits, the mist lifts over
the bridge, and a hierarchy
of green climbs the cliffs
till crowning the falls.
Dr. Williams, do these
things hold ideas?


Friday, March 19, 2021

Thursday, March 18, 2021

1

I'm starting a series of small poems that are pictures, real or imagined.

My window 
frames you, dove, 
frozen above 
the naked oak.