DPF / Stewart

For birds, bones, and wings, from poetryfoundation.org.

from The Waiting Room / by Christine Stewart

We are waiting, grandmother and I, for the white bird.
The black bird grows larger above our heads,
Its immense wings spreading as it dives down

DPF / Dimitrov

For the JFK roses blooming under the front window, from Poetry, June 2015.

from The Last Luxury, JFK, Jr. / by Alex Dimitrov

Born of the sun, we traveled a short while toward the sun.
Where there were seasons and sky. Where there were monuments.
Like a single engine plane in a July haze.

DPF / Huidobro

For cantos in winter, from The FSG Book of Twentieth-Century Latin American Poetry, edited by Ilan Stavans.

from Altazor: Canto III / by Vicente Huidobro (1893-1948, Chile), translated by Eliot Weinberger

The sea is a roof of bottles
That dreams in the sailor’s memory

DPF / Conkling

For the winter garden I’m having trouble watering with the drought’s alternate-watering-day/time schedule, from:
http://www.poetryfoundation.org/poetrymagazine/poem/1783#poem

from Symphony of a Mexican Garden / by Grace Hazard Conkling (1878–1958)

An unimagined music here exhales
In upcurled petal, dreamy bud half-furled,
And variations of thin vivid leaf