Dear Massachusetts:
Decide what season it is.
Thanks. Sincerely, Me

Swathes of warm sunshine
Glaze the far-off mountaintops
I am home at last

Shades of apple blush
Color coordinated
Grace my long drive home

Arching white vellum
dimples in the autumn rain
Now wet, shall we dance?

Box cutter and pen
Chipboard and clear mind
The long night begins

With ruler in hand,
Site leaps from waiting paper
To fill the white void

Arching white vellum
Narrated by quick short strokes
Tamed slightly, lightly,
The tip-of-tongue recorded
Voluptuously

Caress each angle
Your work becomes your lover
Alone in the night

on midnight baking:
with wabi-sabi cupcakes,
the night is endless.

Cherry blossom tree
Fleeting beauty camouflaged
3/4 of the year