Tagged: spring

on the first day of

on the first day of
spring, an earthworm, dancing in
our planter, squirming

for us to till the soil, like
an impatient child, hungry
.
20210320:1928
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somewhere between the

somewhere between the
past and the future lies the
first day of spring, wound

up and tucked so gingerly
in time, waiting to be sprung
.
20210314:1836
y

two months in, mashi

here and there, we will

here and there, we will
need a reprieve from all this
intensity – a

strand of memory twisting
around spring’s makeshift trellis
.
20210114:2025
y

maybe we are in

maybe we are in
competition and we don’t
know it, just missing

each other in the bamboo
grove, from winter into spring
.
20210104:1438
y

some things still surprise

some things still surprise
us when we turn the corner –
from winter to spring,

from summer to fall – life is
happening right in front of us
.
20200908:1255
y

sometimes spring spends all

caught in the pink neck

tulips are often

tulips are often
traps for the curious eye –
fringed, twisted, single

or double – every once in
awhile, mistaken for strangers
.
20200501:2216
y

starting yesterday,

starting yesterday,
the sunlight coming through the
window
has shifted –

these are signs of luxury,
having space to take notice
.
20200422:1654
y