Poem: Just Dawn

  Just Dawn My window blinds squint out a slit of light. No one can tell the view from here but me.   I see the June cherry tree out there, on the other side holding bouncing chickadees that peck at branch aphids. I hear the roof-spine morning seagulls barking orders —when pushed off swiftly byContinue reading “Poem: Just Dawn”

Poem: low hanging

  the fruit of Happy Valley decorates the trees along the walk to the bay apples blush and drop to the ground, the cherry is orange red hard-sided pears, as many as the tree has leaves, present themselves in portrait hidden under the branches, purple frost rubs off a plum’s sweet-shiny skin   a blockContinue reading “Poem: low hanging”