pansies

lettuce shoots seed stalks
garden spring winter plants die back
earth awaits color

athens

Acropolis stones
lie on silent earth, sun beats
ancient secrets blow

Suddenly in March

I brush plum petals
from my windshield in the morning
the kids take to playing
Iraq War in the gorge behind the park
robins consider nesting
in the eave of the porch
framed conveniently by the open door
hummingbirds shoot across the yard
roost in the scrub trees
downtown glitters against the sky
and the market is full of tulips
every year I wake to this feast
and know
that before I can fall in love
morning glory will be strangling the myrtle
the canyon walls will be gold
in the evening
the hawk will circle and circle