SAGE

After famished deer foraged The buds donning dormancy’s sleeping caps of snow, I mourned  losing May’s boon of blooms tossing their pink and purple bouquetsto the eager bridesmaids of bees— though each spring morning, my gazesought out the phantom flora the way amputees feel for the missing  limb. How to sate this hunger for beauty if eyes can’t buffet on the banquet of blossomsserved up […]

As I excavate their basement studios of loam, I loveHow the worms completely ignore their new landlord  While the neighboring divas of weeping willowsDon’t lose their lovey leaves’ hairdos worrying if I’ll ruin their high-rise view of dawn slowly raking over Moose pond—so owning, finally, my modest lot  where skunks squat, non-stop, I concede my provisional rule over this fiefdom of forest […]

“Though thrilled to disclose them tastingwith feet and old enough to have flown Inside the ears of T. rex, our true purpose is farming this Kafka-like metamorphosis  where the chrysalis of tired, uninspired faces butterflies into wonder’s winged smiles as kids gawk at these daytime northern lights and poetize  “flying flowers” or “confetti  of insects.” Yes, soon, then, there’s this promising sowing of the hard to […]