grandmother

washing clothes

grandmother's way

mountain breeze

shadows

a child walks

the shadows home

august heat

sailboats

in the harbor

sailboats sound

each gentle wave

fog

only a fish

nibbling a lily pad

morning fog

breeze

fern walk

a breeze sits gently

on my shoulder

moments

traveling home

counting the moments

bird by bird

after

long after

a hawk disappears

the sound of clouds

crow

if not for a crow in the garden midday heat

stop

at my feet

the pinecone stops

squirrel in a tree

enough

late summer

finding in the trees

just enough red

friends

with wine

the sun goes down

among friends

curl

changing tide

a lily's slow curl

into dusk

win

on his third try

the fish hawk wins

summer games

warm

august

dawn

a

mockingbird

begins

to

warm

up

flood

another flood

a different voice

in the bayou

little

wearing as much

of as little i can

heat wave

monday

wandering into

a squabble of wrens

monday morning

slice

cut flower

the slice of a stem

through moon-water

bucket

berry bucket

big enough to hold

the sound of rain

rhythms

its rhythms

come ashore as waves

the party boat

dawn

dawn

a feather of sun

twists in the moss

laughter

new friends old pathways green with laughter

quitting time

quitting time

i brush the forest

from my hair

treetops

passing storm

bits of sky settle

in the treetops

finish

finish line

the sun crosses over

before me

time

passing time

a few moments sway

in the lotus

one

foggy morning

one red flower

is everything

midnight

as still as midnight

hanging in the moss

the dying moth

nowhere

deep nowhere

the forest blesses me

with a wren

cicadas

the sound of heat

everything is

cicadas

voices

summer garden

cathedral bells join

all the green voices