thanks

a bench on a hill

my word of thanks

to the tree

 

peach

morning light

the first bite

of a ripe peach

 

listen

listen . . 

day is slipping

into evening

 

formation

memorial day

shadows in formation

among headstones

 

earth

freshly turned earth

the sound of chipmunks 

in the garden

 

wildflowers

wildflowers

my yard full

of mountains

 

shopping day

shopping day

i park under a tree

without a bird

 

wild

bathing in rain

i turn skyward

as wild things do

 

pretending

pretending sleep

i watch the leaves

describe the wind

 

might

fog shapes

what might be moving

through the trees

 

quick step

young toad

our quick step

in the rain

 

snail

old, wet leaves

the smell of raking

down to a snail

moss

forest floor

time covers its tracks

with moss

special

no owl

a special darkness

in the woods tonight

tangled

tangled sheets

another night spent

moon chasing

dream

my mother's kiss

whispers my cheek

spring dream

easy

mountaintop

a bird makes the sky

look so easy

pulse

through my veins

the pulse of yours

wind blown leaf

anything

anything

could be a snake

that kind of hike

taste

j a s m i n e

tasting the sound

of my tea

new

as if

it was nothing

the lizard's new tail

wasp

dormer window

the wasp i couldn't save

gathers dust

bubble

blowing bubbles

the one that bursts

spring afternoon

bug

the tiny bug

holding my place

first edition

may

fifth of may

a celebration

of raindrops

think

a dragonfly

i think i know

passes me by

work song

the cadence

of their work songs

carpenter bees

ant

quiet path

i pass one ant

bearing another