Seven Dragons

Seven dragons cross the sky
their breath is hot against the wind
seven dragons, serpents all
calling out across the universe

Winter Boys

It’s the full life of winter’s blustery height
ice and flurry and sharp-scented cold
could be mistaken for nature’s call to death
but it’s character, soft landscape, chill flame.

The Book

Did I meet you in that little shop
where the book of love is kept behind the counter?
Impossible except our names are there

To My Father, Empowered by a Stroke

Father, I watch you poised beside the bed
trembling against your metal walker
gathering strength for the grand move
to the dressing table across the room.