Sunday, April 15, 2012

April Showers

Curtains of rain a hundred miles long 
under a level gray valance
of clouds.

Blown by a cold west wind they
and conceal
wrinkled mountains
stark under fresh snow.

I am made dizzy
by migrating streaks of sunlight
Swooping across the foothills

my view is obscured
by a flurry
which could be snow
or the first blossoms
of foolhardy apples
lost to the wild wind.

Tuesday, April 10, 2012


I remember
Sitting under dappled pink shade
Vibrating with the drone
of a thousand thousand bees
Intent on the work
of tasting every blossom.
I was as drunk as they
on the delicate scent.