Small Dog Big World

the place between
the call of the wild
and being called home

How The House Homesteads


the garden feeding us
laundry on the line
so many kinds of shelter

House Wren On The Garden Rail


where to stay?
when all the world
is home

The Nest


woven with care
so fledging feet
will remember softness

Directions Home


at the fence end
the birdhouse’s front yard
a round of iris pods

No One To Ask But The Fog And The Snow


will the curve
in the road
lead us back home?

Aparctias


the north wind
singing in the grass
calling winter home

Nana’s Dooryard Garden


her welcome
always joyous
and abundant

Homeward Bound


water’s purpose
to be ever
rushing home

More Light Later But


winter still
is hunkered down
in the dooryard

Home Sweet Home


a most charming box
entices inhabitants
to nest and rest

When Wandering


from afar
a tiny star
can lead us home

The Place He Used To Live


honeycomb
the snake’s
old home