stare

the highest branch - 

an eagle stares down

the noon sky

again

again and again

you bring me flowers

april rain

time

as far as time

walking the mountain

to the moon

blood

berry picking

a few drops of blood

along the stream

voices

city lights

the colours of

so many voices

choose

fork in the road

the wild side

i choose

turn

planting daisies

an earthworm turns my hand

all

city sounds -

a squirrel crossing

above it all

rhythm

doing nothing

to the rhythm of frogs -

unfolded laundry

waiting

in the waiting

moss hangs quietly -

tornado watch

take

redbud tree

the colour morning takes 

down the lane 

heavy

southern air

the flight of a bee

heavy with pollen

swamp

swamp cabbage . . 

evening comes home

tasting green

honor

blackbird . . 

just two of us

honoring sunrise

slight

a still moment . . 

the slight rustle of grass

for no reason 

steal

spring traffic

a bit of moon steals

my attention

sunshower

sunshower . . 

our picnic blanket

under a rainbow

grumbling

grumbling thunder 

a maple tree

sings me home

crossing

crossing the creek

beside me, a butterfly

on a ribbon of sun

watching

watching time fly

another garden

unplanted

friend

to grow old

with a friend . . 

moonlit mountains

waltz

afternoon waltz

among marsh sounds

a few sharp notes 

now

now and then . . 

touching the poem

my mother wrote

fever

blackberries . . 

when you first taste

spring fever

never

bloodroot . . 

never enough spring

to last a mountain

after

my old rocker

the sound of a million stars

after midnight

ripples

two bullfrogs . .

a pair of ripples

meet in the middle 

willow

the willow tree

against my cheek

. . sunrise

sparrow

a line of ants . .

the warmth of a sparrow

in my hand

opening

opening a door the warm breeze closing another