June 19, 2017

puddles full
of the day’s last light
my father calls me


June 18, 2017

oh, mourning dove
stay for just a moment more
sing your low song


June 17, 2017

still hidden
by the near-to-finished rain — 
a cardinal, singing


June 16, 2017

unwinding ivy
from around the azalea — 
remember to breathe


June 15, 2017

hurling the last word
I catch a glimpse of myself
in the mirror



June 14, 2017

June 13, 2017

looking for you
I find instead a summer moon
as you might see it