After rain how green

the leaves and deep the shadows

in soft morning light

Heavy laden skies

sometimes the day is weary

of lighting the world

The gift of giving

involves receiving but why

a shift in power

Standing in the rain

A cold shower calms the mind

but clutter remains

While we are asleep

trailing silk threads gather dew

weaving magic webs

On a winter’s night

beside a dark lake frost creeps

icy flowers bloom

Down on Canal Street

where heels were high and women

tall, the craic was good

In New York city

we bought wigs and strappy shoes

and a wedding dress

The piano caught.

A crescendo of bright sparks

Splintered the sky

In a Ford Mustang

we cruised San Francisco Bay

recalculating