summer rain
i leave the dishes
for later
stormy night
the cat molds me
into her shape
the perfect word
tickles my tongue
dandelion seed
in a web
my breath flutters
a sunbeam
rainy season
warm air tastes
of life and death
bluebird at dusk
the tone of its song
slightly bluer
watching a sound
the bobcat becomes
the forest
as strummed
on an old tin roof
morning rain
the cat goes out
morning sneaks in
summertime
uneasy day
the grace of mountains
drifting through clouds
through the woods
summer arrives
with an owl
fog settles
one leaf finds
its own rhythm
pierced
by a kestrel's cry
the day's soft sound
summer woods
a landscape of
hidden moments
late spring
fluent now
in green
mirror images
grey-green mountains
frame my face
a snail's life
one step
too far
june twilight
blackbirds on a wire
doing nothing
quiet evening
to a bumblebee
i am a flower
morning hike
i mosey up-mountain
on four legs
almost summer
the breeze riffles
my empty page
for a few seeds mountains of birdsong
whimsical
the leaf falling
in the wind
june evening
everyone's here
but the fireflies
more bad news
the empathy
of a sunny rock
