La nuit du neige

The silence of snow-covered night,
The gray of the shadowed white moon,
It looks over all in its sight--
Rien existe sous la lune.

The grasping black tree branches bare,
The sweet scent of icy, soft snow,
The deep blue clouds shift slightly there--
La mer sous le bateau.

My Bed

Sweeping cream shadows
Soft, warm, dark yards of fabric
Pillow-top mattress

A Monday

No product in my hair
Wrapped in fuzzy green chenille
French words slide into the air
Rain drips behind my head

Sunspots on the wall
Muffled airplanes buzz
Birds of Paradise fall
Dizzy and warm