Thursday, April 30, 2009

LINES FOR APRIL 30

April ends
with snow

still in
shadow.


Wednesday, April 29, 2009

LINES FOR APRIL 29

Fierceness
of the green

growing things –
water is

eternal.


Tuesday, April 28, 2009

LINES FOR APRIL 28

Grim enough
for all the sky,

enough winds
for blustering.


Monday, April 27, 2009

LINES FOR APRIL 27

Stepping from
the winter barn,
unhappy horses,

into the joy
of spring sun.


Friday, April 24, 2009

LINES FOR APRIL 24

Snow
in shadow,

like
a secret

winter
keeps from

spring.


Thursday, April 23, 2009

LINES FOR APRIL 23

Wind
rising.

The day,
singing.


Wednesday, April 22, 2009

LINES FOR APRIL 22

The circling
days.

The fat
sun

on spring
things.

The dream
of green.


Tuesday, April 21, 2009

LINES FOR APRIL 21

Wind in the trees.
Noisy grackles.

Yet spring will not
be distracted.


Monday, April 20, 2009

LINES FOR APRIL 20

Warm today.
Cold tonight.

Spring sings its
sing-song song.


Friday, April 17, 2009

LINES FOR APRIL 17

Empty day.
The red-winged

blackbird takes
joy in nothing

or everything.


Thursday, April 16, 2009

LINES FOR APRIL 16

Crows
on a fine day.

No-
where to go, they

stay.


Wednesday, April 15, 2009

LINES FOR APRIL 15

Ditch
along the road –

snow,
and the memory

of snow.


Tuesday, April 14, 2009

LINES FOR APRIL 14

Low ground
and the flash

of copper light
on great broad

wings rising.


Monday, April 13, 2009

LINES FOR APRIL 13

Ancient cranes.
New day.

Sun on
everything.

Spring.


Friday, April 10, 2009

LINES FOR APRIL 10

Spring has come.
The county

fellows take
down snow fence.


Thursday, April 09, 2009

LINES FOR APRIL 9

Leafing tree, the green
fire of its urgency.


Wednesday, April 08, 2009

LINES FOR APRIL 8

The turned earth,
laid by winter,

warming now,
pungent, rich.


Tuesday, April 07, 2009

LINES FOR APRIL 7

Mixed season –
Sullen wind.
Seagulls. Snow.


Monday, April 06, 2009

LINES FOR APRIL 6

Nebraska in spring –
The Sandhills are.
Dry Creek isn't.


Friday, April 03, 2009

LINES FOR APRIL 3

Urgency
in the birds'
morning talk,

fire in their
conversation.
I'd take notes

but find I don't
understand, and
they don't stop

to explain.


Thursday, April 02, 2009

LINES FOR APRIL 2

Trees

resist the wind,
welcome

the singing rain.


Wednesday, April 01, 2009

LINES FOR APRIL 1

No more than
the pigeon

atop a silver-
domed silo

are we – wet
with rain,

both of us.


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