Clouds in the River

The Housatonic carries itself to the Sound, while its riffled waters hold the sky that's right here always changing.

Black Petals

I slipped out to the moon

last night. Called Flower,

it was someone I wanted

to friend.

May 15, 2014  full moon—excerpt from my poem  "I slipped out"

                         

One Night

I stood at the upstairs window and threw the curtains wide. A dull light fell into the room. And there was the street, quiet and monochrome, yet it had a glow.