“our yard flourishes
diverse birds spin love with song”
“is there anything that can heal a body
simpler than morning walks in the spring…”
“one angry magpie
chases countless birds away…”
“in our eclipse of age
we imagined calm bliss
in soft—empty nests…”
“tomorrow
sun’s bright light
will absolve…”
“over scours of vast windswept outlands
spread of my own emotional desertion
stands an oft-ignored and lonely tree”
“April’s flood me with color
but this year—she hid away”
