lightning strike
layer by layer
the heart
quiet day
skipping stones
across the sky
sweet spots
a turtle finds
the sunniest
a toadstool
without a toad
indian summer
the sound pauses
only to renew
tropical rain
early morning
the bright colour
of a bird’s song
the moth betrayed
by my reading light
autumn eve
the glow of lights
for now we are autumn
old river bridge
downed tree
room enough now
for the sky to fall
wind in the palms
sounds i try to draw
into words
adoption
the cat’s eyes
smile
empty coffee jar
what i should have done
yesterday
