The Round Light splashed this morningon the shell pink anemonesswaying on their tall stems;down blue-spiked veronicalight flowed in rivuletsover the humps of honeybees;this morning I saw light kissthe silk of the rosesin their… Continue reading
Please Call Me By My True Names Don’t say that I will depart tomorrow—even today I am still arriving.Look deeply: every second I am arrivingto be a bud on a Spring branch,to be… Continue reading