“I can’t hear you.
Say it in my ear”
“I said I think we lost the ball.”


autumn’s intensity
of color and light
renews my spirit

Frost Dodger

as summer wanes
each flower more precious
for the precariousness

What’s In A Name?

call me
by my real name
groused the pheasant


The butterfly, cow and flower
conferring beauty
on the day

In These Times

delicate bloom
in a vast sky

The River In September

the deepening
of green and blue
expands the view

View Of The Gate That Does Not Open

look past and beyond
the overgrown and closed
and see all that is

The Cup Runneth Over

a carpet of sunshine
beneath the azure sky

Queen Anne and Goldenrod

the meadow
a fall display

Essential Elements

steel heron
waits by stone bowl
filled with rain

Now The Light Slants Towards September

shadows grow longer
the birdhouse stands empty
the quiet of fall approaches

Flower Farm

bees and butterflies
work the fields
beauty is the harvest

Our Spot

I’ll meet you there
when the stars come out
and we’ll name them until dawn

The Awakening Day

gentle as
a mother’s kiss
the touch of dawn

Fall Preparations

room in the cheeks
room in the stash house
work to be done