Rebecca Weiner Tompkins: Adultery
Dark pines and thin silvery trees
throw shadows on your face lowering to meet mine;
we make love, wrapped in heavy coats,
knees bumping glove box and seatback.
March 19, 2022 · 1 Comment
Rebecca Weiner Tompkins: Mayday, Mayday
The white rain of petals that fell for a week is done.
What catches now in my hair
are the dried blossoms of the Callery Pear,
startling and crackly, as they float and scatter
December 1, 2021 · 4 Comments
Rebecca Weiner Tompkins: A Red Tractor
It’s not weather or seasons I’m really thinking about,
merely the time of year, in a year of big changes,
when the best, most awaited change is about to happen
October 6, 2021 · 4 Comments
