exiles child

Poems

For animals in the wild, spring can be a time of famine; winter nuts and seeds are growing scarce, and summer abundance is yet to come.

Sparrows in April
winter coats almost gone
pecking at promises

I dream of sailing
on the keen edge of winter
into summer swells

March
wringing warmth
from the sky

Under a gray sky
buds swell on the cherry tree
anticipation

Beneath the snow
lurks springtime,
patient