Margaret Coombs

Reviewing my lifeFollowing the river’s pathI trust its purpose

Today I found a senryu while walking outside. This is my favorite way to write, but so far it only works with very short forms. Nearing seventy–what of it? I’m still a childbreathing with the trees.

Dailies are short poems written for practice. Though rewriting is part of the process, they are posted as is, without revision. dying ash forestlogs lie in heaps, stripped nakedpale on frozen mudon a slope of raw tree stumpssaplings sway in the sunlight

Mozart symphonya plume of red smoke flows from memy soul coaxed out Return to yogathe next morningmuscles once mute, speak Old oak treeI see you againremembering daysof green fleshhow we played under the surfaceof your rough bark

I used to like to wear longish skirts with t-shirts or sweaters, as they were very comfy and I’ve always had trouble finding slacks to fit (especially in my twenties and thirties when clothes were sized for a woman 5’4″). This summer I saw a family at the Farmer’s Market. The mother and her four…