No Thunder

The end-of-May chill pleasing 

only the rhubarb, horseradish, 

and blood sorrel.  

An orphaned lamb suckling 

my ear, her umbilicus a lightning 

bolt in cold drizzle.

[LSS, 5/24/21]

Road Trip

Only rain in the forecast 

and nothing to do

about the basil and tomatoes 

malingering on the window sill 

since January, except schedule 

my retreat to the Northwest 

banana belt, the rain shadow 

of the Olympic Mountains, 

with my uprooted seedlings 

belted in the back seat and my fists 

clenched and ready to crack 

open the sky.

[LSS, 5/24/21]