4/26/2011

air heavy and green
mounting thundercloud above
and still, there’s no rain

It is so dry here that everything crackles — the grass, the leaves, the dust.
And we haven’t even hit the heat of summer yet. 
Fronts move through and we all stop, look up, hopeful…

4/27/2011

hello, mourning doves
collecting seeds and berries — 
your nestlings coo, coo

My daughter’s school is wrapped and woven with covered, outdoor hallways and in every rafter, it seems, are nests. And in the bushes in my backyard. And in the boxes strung up high on the hill near our house. Baby birds, everywhere… hungry, eager, surprised and wide awake.