Early June Morning

Air scented thickly from many spring flowers.
Heat inversion and fog and warming skin.
A morning so heavy that the peonies
can’t lift themselves to greet the sun.
I sit shaded, writing it all down.





The pussy willow showed its furry catkins

early during a warm February week and

are now covered with heavy March snow.

We want to be optimistic. The universe

sometimes  agrees – and sometimes laughs at us.