last cast
the fly's graceful arc ending
at the rainbow trout

morning after rain
perfumed silk puddled
by the bed

cottonwood seeds
float in a clump of fluff--
brain fog

spring turns summer
her blush
as he holds her gaze

mother's day
dreaming the children
she will never conceive

honeysuckle moon--
the taste of your kiss
all these years later

out of the bath
the fresh stiffness
of a line-dried towel

false dawn--
the lie I pretend
not to catch you in

fledgelings--
the neighbor child down
to one training wheel

after showers
spanning the rainbow's arc
the full sky

Easter service--
taking the sacrament
with dye-stained fingers

maundy thursday--
in the churchyard moonlight bathes
the foot of the cross

celadon spring--
earth's green-glazed bowl
ready for the kiln

pollen--
yellow-green fractals
swirl across the pond

another spring
the empty seat
at the table

nightfall
enfolding at once
star and wish

peach blow--
the baby discovers
the taste of her toes

placing over
the tender plant a bell jar--
my daughter's first date

pink dawn--
the wingbeats of geese
returning

Spring Equinox--
raindrops on each pink bud
double their beauty