wait

ancient oak

below the evening star

a fledgling waits 

maybe

spring hill

maybe i'll roll down

. . maybe not

imagine

faraway storm

an ocean of sounds

to imagine

sonata

spring frogs . . 

sonata in a pond

of moonlight

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real

mating season

all that is real

all that is not

night rain

night rain

softly in the ferns

morning rises

tasting

tasting the air

an inchworm reaches

the tip of my nose

time

nothing but time . . 

counting the pauses

between crows 

tall

as tall as

the bison who roamed . . 

prairie grass

voice

two owls

become one voice

lifting fog

pink

cloudless day

a sun-baked breeze takes

a pink balloon

coolness

that kind of blue 

when a thrush sings 

the coolness of . . 

beneath

tranquil afternoon

whose shadows roll

just beneath?

preening

day's end

quietly the peacock

preening

green

mother's birthday

the last of the sun

dancing in spring grass 

voice

spring morning

the sky's blue voice

at my window

chandelier

chandelier . . 

into our darkness

moon rising

wild

into twilight

the scent of stone soup

wild with onions

knowing

already knowing

how the day will end . . 

red morning sky

gulf wind

gulf wind

a fox noses 

the heavy air

truth

fried okra

just like she taught me

the truth of green

eyes

seeing the sky

through a hawk's eyes

twilight colours

spring

oil and water

how easily spring

overcomes me

old

between here and there 

what does a frog know

. . growing old

shot

spring migration

as far as the sun

. . gunshot

empty

sunday morning

the clang of a flagpole

down empty halls 

thoughts

winter stars

they would melt the snow

these thoughts i bear

odd

from the wings

of an odd duck

a soft breeze

warm

edge of the woods

colour from somewhere warm

awakens me

end

deer tracks

the scent of swamp-dark

where they end

shade

afternoon pauses

for a thrush to sing

mountain shade