the old black cat
thinks he’s still young
sultry evening
homeless cat
the weight of a life
on my back
summer evening
i brush the forest
through my hair
from my window
an eagle harries
the storm
sunlight in one
then another window
peeling apples
abandoned farm
in and out of time
the swallows
old t-shirt
a mosquito finds
the hole
cicada
a child’s
first touch
saturday morning
the wind has its way
with me
as day climbs down
and up the tree
chameleon
cattail fluff
a dragonfly rides
the breeze
new mown grass
blackbirds circle
the fragrance
stone floor
i remove my shoes
to know you
rain at last
a tiny horse’s joy
fills the pasture
karma
an oak seedling leans
the vine’s way
