after Rexroth’s translations


In the empty classroom,

I hear the girls laugh

down the hallway.

I think of you,

who is not here.




early march morning


spring whispers

on the tree’s edges—

redbud, mountain laurel,

ornamental pear




as memory


a mist hangs above the creek

out behind the house.

by noon, it is gone.


(March 6, 2018)


  1. subtextures says:

    thanks, you are kind.


  2. johncoyote says:

    Amazing poetry. Each one a gem.


Leave a Comment

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.