Poetry
Autumn 1988
The Pruning
Turning from the maple, Whose burst of yellow he’d sworn to thin, He watched his wife iron on the porch. The way her fingers worked the wrinkles Before she put […]
Poetry
Autumn 1988
Ordination
With pride I can’t claim by rights I pointed out the other day The remarkable peach tree hanging heavy Near our ravine. My husband went sour around the mouth at […]
Poetry
Autumn 1986
The Answer
Her smallness, even in shadow beside the grave,Fit not at all with what he’d said of her;And, afterward, I wondered whetherSome odd patina of love had glossed his mind. Some […]
Poetry
Autumn 1986
For Ingrid Bergman
The day you died I thought of maples felledIn lonely woods—the crack and then the hushWhich quickly stills the air like words withheldIn disbelief. I caught, as well, the rushOf […]