January

You search forever
for the garnet in Times Square,
and don't find a speck.



February

The words “I love you”
weigh heavy like the asphalt’s
neapolitan.



March

Absinthe in the hills,
in between the bloodstones,
runs forever green.



April

Bridging the chasms,
eight legs of acrobatics
fear the coming storm.



May

Last April’s showers
come to, in morning glory,
ending for the sun.



June

Antiques from the kiln
dance with mirages of men
over Tartarus.



July

Blooms connect the dots,
tousling strands of cosmos
between each petal.



August

Perseids return home
with peridot at their core
of double vision.



September

Nature stops being
so chintzy with her maple,
and rust comes falling.



October

Autumn had undone
its paper scarf, unwrapping
its bittersweet truth.



November

Atypical words
become cranberry sonnets
of a mother’s arms.



December

White confetti finds
its fiber optic lover
somewhere in the pine.