the big questions
remain unanswered
i deadhead the petunias
Month: October 2018
kudzu
those things
we neglect
mosquitoes
their own version
of birdsong
old songs
I gently scoop a cricket
from the tub
early autumn
the deepening taste
of the well water
sweet melon
a wasp and I
have seconds
Indian summer
the cat and I chasing
the same fly
shallow pond
a muskrat swims
through the sun
first raindrop
on the lake
the monk’s prayer gong
I saunter
deep in the labyrinth
the stillness of autumn
straight talk
we come to a fork
in the road
over red hills
the colored rings of sunrise
this balance
of moving forward
and letting go
(Red Hills, Lake George, 1927, Georgia O’Keeffe)
her hand
on my wrist
moth dust
hospice
the head-tilt
of a tulip
bus stop languages
good-bye
we all understand
first steps
a toddler trips over
a fallen leaf
fall leaves cover the base path home
October dusk
the quiver
in a robin’s tail
crimson rosellas –
how many years since
I whistled?
evening clouds
in no hurry
this baseball game
among the raindrops
sharp nods
of the pansies
the shell
of a farmer’s stand
October rain