crows

a cloud of crows

their laughter returns

as wind

until

river of grass

until the first step

morning dew

one

turning leaves

one leg to hold

the egret's stillness

many

autumn tetrad 

the sound of moon

on so many lips

gone

looking back

we're both gone

morning blackbird

lunar

lunar eclipse

hearing the darkness

in an owl's voice

slight

pond willow

the slightest rippling

of our shadows

brown

lily pads

and day turning brown

around the edges

strum

equinox

a butterfly strums dusk

with tattered wings 

return

into my hands

a fountain returns

the autumn sun 

hot

a bit of shade

in the vulture's shadow

indian summer

quit

almost autumn

the sun finally quits

trying to shine

into

into the sound

of its rapids

a river bends

free

uncaged

the first touch of sky

free bird

heart

heart on my sleeve 

what one always wears

moon viewing

pain

the sweet pain

of a shard of glass

missed by the harvest moon

leaving

grave stones

all the buried treasure

i leave behind

smile

milk bubbles

in the summer sun 

baby's first smile

lily

quiet sunrise

here and there a lily

startled by breeze

shadow

restless leaves

anything could be

a shadow

flee

into the doe's scent a fawn flees hunting season

moment

the length

of a moment - 

morning glory 

wire

crow on a wire

the touch of our eyes

in passing

alone

sun rising 

quietly on the prairie

the sound of alone

upwind

upwind 

i sweep petals back

to their scent 

gathering

barely a sound warm clouds gathering a few mountains

labor

labor day 

the forest becomes

a chainsaw

heron

the heron

as morning drifts by

its stillness

outside

outside

the cancer center

the summer sky

if

if not for

a mockingbird's song

stormy weather

pieces

falling

to

pieces

our

world

is

acorns

on

the

roof