And Yet
the daisies open in the meadow.
The purple-headed grasses stretch for the sun.

By the whitecurled waves the roses release
their inevitable perfume.

The waxwings light between thorns and send
this profligacy of petals

fluttering to the crumbling road,
blessing the ruin, like rain.

Thank you to the Hoffman Center for the Arts for ongoing creative projects that delight a whole town, plus our visitors. And thanks for inviting me to participate. If you want to own some original art—and help raise money for a tiny local powerhouse of an arts organization—come visit Manzanita between now and the end of July, and make a bid on a Tiny Gallery…