beautiful, this day
history in the making
long-awaited
route to justice
Yellow
Book Spine Poetry: iv.
a few of these under my belt
I may have chosen
the wrong course of action
but I chose
I chose….
magnificent beauty
the fierceness
of the calla lily
I wonder
when I might die
but we could use the rain….
portable radio, bike helmets
quilts & pillows: our basement nook
spring storm passes us by
sewing as sanctuary
periwinkle drops
lemon sprinkles
soft cotton dreams
Bashō comes to Washington
April cherry blossoms
haiku fundamentals
Book Spine Poetry: iii.
seattle mariners
stray wisps of gray
seeking refuge
from the confinement
of a tattered baseball cap
A Sawyer's Daughter 
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