time

time . . 

the night sky bends

my mind around

rest

water's edge

my path comes to rest

in floating clouds 

just me

just me

and a cicada

or two

chewing on prairie grass

baked in sun-blue sky

slow

slow afternoon

a snail gets there

before i do 

lemongrass

lemongrass tea

drawing summer

inside me

tears

a mug of wine

and a yellow cat

i sit here

among butterflies 

crying lion tears

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change

with a soft sigh

i change your course

dandelion seed

smooth

the last duck

how smoothly he turns

from my gaze

pulse

dying day

the butterfly pulse

of my old cat

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write

write something

the screen suggests . . 

i sip my tea

listening to clouds

climb the mountain

streak

a streak of birdsong

not enough fog to hide

the colour

quiet

end of day

a blackbird takes

a piece of quiet

curl

the forest floor

curls around me

rattlesnake season

swing

star watching 

i find a swing

that still fits 

success

filled with success

a bumblebee

stumbles backwards

home

rainy evening

a mosquito walks me

all the way home

thunder

the mockingbird

between them -

thunderclaps

swell

the turquoise swell

of children's laughter

summer birthday

deep

morning ramble

the lane as deep as

my troubles

silver

summer night

moonlight is a flower

in her hair

swallows

the way of wind

across the prairie

whirling swallows

enough

old enough now

to know stillness

rain-huddled doves 

rising

evening moon

rising through cicadas

the sage i burn

broken

broken nest

a summer evening

draped with moss

web

freed from a web

the yellow voice

of a butterfly 

chosen

lightning strike

a tree grows used to

being chosen

raven

mountains at dawn

where did i learn

raven speak

just

so many words

just out of reach

hazy moon

one

one

heron

leads

to

another

spawning

season 

everywhere

raindrops

from everywhere, slugs

quietly gathering

melting

ice melting

in a cooler of beer

firefly moments

egret

cloudy

dawn

the

quiet

moments

of

an

egret

passing

sandals

in the dew

my sandals sound

the empty trail

away

forsaking my plans

i let twilight

carry me away

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last

last raindrops

i tune my evening

to a frog

busyness

pond morning the busyness of ducks among clouds