from Almost Everything, Almost Nothing
Lavender lights the vineyard —
shadows purpling green, tendrils
just beginning to rise.
Your voice still in my heart,
I jog past the fence, the horses,
burnished with dawn.
Day lilies yawn and stretch,
hummingbirds nuzzling sweet centers
of honeysuckle, columbine.
Field furrowed, I shape my thoughts
into such precise rows, ignore
the twinge in my side.
You are ever at the edge
of my vision like a breeze rustling,
tapping the trees. A song
lifting to the clouds, spiraling