I wish I were standing wind blown
shoes in one hand toes buried deep
lost in that distance of cool blue
sky and soft grey sea
Monthly Archives: May 2017
Four Lines
have you noticed how the lowest
notes drawn from a cello always
soothe a worried soul just the same
as ocean waves against a shore
Four Lines
my Lab Mackie hates the meter
reader each month that vile scheming
electric checker trespasses
wearing postal blue
Four Lines
it’s May but the weather blows straight
from cold spiteful March provoking
the crabapple trees to mutter
harsh words to the wind
the crafty sisters 