rain crow

when did the back of my hand 
turn strange?

green again

this dream of endless mountains

Sacrificial

Why is it this year that the familiar warbler songs sound like dripping blood or fabric being torn?

What May Come

Where did it come from, this premonition that someday I will be parted from my head?

Mother’s Day: linked verse sequence

spring azure
with my cellphone camera
stalking the sky

lady’s-slipper

alone in the forest 
her green shawl

cowbird song

a drop of rain for each 
newborn leaf

such greedy

red appendages 
born-again maple

waning moon

the angels didn’t fall 
they were pushed

spring kitchen

one garlic head’s 
green tongue

snow in April

a face pressed against 
the train window

big wind

lost in the small hairs 
of hepaticas