the lane

Dew damp grass pokes between my toes,

as the poison ivy twists the dogwoods;

slow creek evolves against the cool air,

where pine spores prance across the fog,

and toxic wisteria lies powdered in mist.

Rain paints varnish on the day

Rain paints varnish on the day:

crow crouches inside a pistachio canopy,

watching silver droplets dance 

down the weathered hill--

inking black streaks into the dirt,

crying over the creek pebbles.

spring date

"Beautiful,"
heir cringes with pride.
Nubile filly wades
towards the gusty hill,
propelled by svelte legs
beneath swaying sky.

safe space

Warm pup,
quiet beside me.
Gentle, cold rain on leaves,
pittering outside my window--
calm soul.






Day 14

relief

brakes squeeze with a soft meow
bus slows on the long ride home
I put in my headphones and press play
shoulders dance, the day is done

no lime

One bite, squeeze my lips--

stay the hell out of my tea!

Oh, I will cut you.

late bloomer

little fledgling cheeps,
mother will not hear it's cry--
time to fly, young one