I often wonder which is my favorite But today I know It is now The cooler mornings The crisp nights The scent of overripe fruit the crackle of a fire the call from a V of geese flying toward a gibbous moon Yellow school busses yellow leaves yellowed stalks of… Read More
The sun wakes early yawns its way across the sky one lazy beam after another a basket of hours set on the porch lighting the first the floor now the window now the vase Hours to to plant to grow to water weed and mow Hours to watch buds turn… Read More
An eye opening An arm stretching Then a leg A shoulder We rise from sleep Hips sway Birds sing Frogs croak And there are fawns new and dew spotted Mamas watching as green emerges Gossamer buds Buttoned eyes opening to the warming sun And mud emerges and sap flows and… Read More
The scent of stillness The taste of cold The long pause between icy breaths Storms stalk the sky Heavy burdens buckled on its back Landscape disappears Hills, roads, fence lines, your home Above Trees sway Sway Shiver and sway an arboreal dance Limbs gracefully grasping Then letting go