Dogs In Conversation

That’s not six feet.
It feels like six feet.
Well it’s not. It’s three at most.

Mourning Doves In The Afternoon

it’s much too soon
to start a nest dear
it always snows in April

Friendly Conversation

greetings
from the tulips
as the violets wander by

Visit

sit awhile
and listen to
the flowers conversation

Unaccompanied

even in the solitude
every gesture mattered
conversation with self

Green Mountain State

at the inlet
awash in green
wind and current confer

Between the Field and the Clouds

with the crop given
the field speaks to the clouds
of respite and restoration

Speaking in Colors

conversing
with the maple
autumn confidences

In the Shelter Of A Tree

eavesdropping
on the conversation
between the water and the rain