My lemon-coloredwhisper-weight blousewith keyhole closureand sweetheart neckline is tuckedinto a pastel silhouette skirtwith side-slit ventsand triplicate pleatswhen I realize in ...
Morning ...verdant fingers of the wastecrooked against the skypastel clouds of rising dawndeep emerald of thorny stemstinged with dustand dryEvening ...
voices to voices,lip to lipi swear(to noone everyone)constitutesundying;or whatever this and that petal confutes…to exist being a peculiar form of ...
Beauty? To you she comes in whiteFeminine word, soft word and phrase;Pastel tint in her rhythm plays,And her tread is ...
My mother never forgave my father for killing himself, especially at such an awkward time and in a public park, ...
The rose shears moving quickly I gathered the sprigs of lilacs from all over the yard Moving quickly to gather ...
The lilacs illumined in the morning sun hard to describe the color so soft, finely spun Blue, not purple like ...
Each of them, arms raised around the center, the connected circle individual petals of the coneflower clothed in pastel, muted ...
There were more hearts smiling in the sanctuary Singing with joy, in deeper tones More young faces in Easter finery ...
In the shop, a bit too pretty, pristine I caught a few subtle, furtive, slightly disdainful glances supposing, deciding we ...
Like plum popcorn kernels the lilac blossoms burst into bloom the plum giving way, exposing the softer, pastel light lilac ...
Dried and gathered, pastel echoes of their blooms baskets, bowls of rose petals Beautiful memories supple skin, fading fragrance tokes ...
Reaching, cupping the water, the air, cool after the shower tempting hummingbirds petals curled to lure and entice lavender, pastel ...
Like a human version, a young human version, of the famous jumping frog Calaveras County, or some other locale she ...
Pastel colors Watercolors Brushed on the sky Nature's palette Fan brush and wash With foreground and background Drawing shadows Before ...
In these quiet moments before the night softens the mountains of the South and deflates the clouds that float beneath ...
Something strange is creeping across me. La Celestina has only to warble the first few bars Of "I Thought about ...
ACROSS the flat and the pastel snow Two people go . . . . 'And do you remember When last ...
Men have navels more or less; Some are neat, some not Being fat I must confess Mine is far from ...
While I am emulating Keats My brother fabrics toilet seats, The which, they say, are works of art, Aesthetic features ...
--The Carpathian Frontier, October, 1968 --for my brother Once, in a foreign country, I was suddenly ill. I was driving ...
