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 byContinueContinue reading “Poem: Just Dawn”

Poetry: Moon Dial

MOON DIAL The moon speaks to me through my window slit, curtain and blinds open just enough for fresh air to relieve me in the night      The moon speaks to me announcing it is 3 o’clock      it chatters away for 20 minutes about plans, loves, problems, recipes      Please beContinueContinue reading “Poetry: Moon Dial”