the breeze is gone
but sunlight still sways
in the vines
troubled times
the grace of sunset
on a summer day
raindrops -
the first few notes
of an old song
pond of dust
a butterfly's quest
for a flower
sundown -
hanging moss lets go
a summer breeze
lost in thought
the sound of wavelets
at the edges
below the pine
a treasure lost
found by moonlight
night breeze
the last page
trembles
dry times
the old toad
burrows deeper
high summer
empty clouds floating
in the shallows
a fish breaks
the river's calm
heat haze
dragonfly wings
shards of sunlight
as seen through
the feather
just beyond my reach
a breeze too far
scallop shells the shape of an ocean breeze
quivering branch
an echo of
what i missed
for a moment
the heat is so cold
deep south
leaving day
the child in me
wants to hide
summer sky
a warbler's voicegoes on forever
wilderness hike
the scent of his trail
the stranger
summer firelight
the memory of a dog
nuzzles my hand
quiet afternoon
the barest flutter
of a toad's throat
another tragedy . .
evening curls quietly
in the pond
long ago summer
how many pixels
in a memory
the one i return
to a salamander . .
skipping stones
an open door just enough room for wondering
a ripple shy of everywhere the bullfrog
in
spite
of
a
mosquito
the
milky
way
holiday evening
following no one
into the woods
one by one
just the two of us
goldfinch
