Summer’s garden starts in April, when rhubarb plants burst through cold soil, and chilly wind on ruffled leaves sets them all aquiver.
Author: Margaret Coombs
Poetry, curiosity, place.
The Morning Sky
Clouds shield the sun, tint the sky pale yellow, the shade of creamy daffodils, like those clustered beside our damp weathered fence.
Barbara Cook on the Piano at the Art Museum
Music rings in the gallery, where melodies flash and bob in a flowing soundscape, and notes fly from the keyboard’s full range.
Two
A sudden rain strikes the skylights, quicklycalms. His t-shirts sway on the clothesline;he rushes out to save them. That’s my man. *Drinking a chai tea at a friendly café sets my nerves aflame. Nothing for it but comfort food: melted cheddar on saltines.
Downtown
While the choir rehearses, raucous seagullsscreech, wheel above the streets, leave streaks of white excrement on singers’ parked cars.