September 30, 2014

ping pong
he heads downstairs to ask
his other mother

September 29, 2014

whirled crush of stems
where the fawn slept

September 28, 2014

September 27, 2014

darkened valley roads
winding their way downhill
to the river

September 26, 2014

even the spiders
getting all Halloweeny
before October

September 25, 2014

our care for him
reflected back to us
sunlight off the lake

September 24, 2014

under the bridge,
trains pushing on overhead — 
huddled pigeons

September 23, 2014

a small nest
of shredded tissues —
the mice catch my cold

September 22, 2014

two ibis chicks
clutching their shoreside perch — 
Alligator Lake

September 21, 2014

crowded plane home
full of all the questions 
I forgot to ask you

September 20, 2014

September 19, 2014

White River Bridge
I think of the Delaware
as I cross over

September 18, 2014

his car, now mine
grandfather tells me again
about oil and tires

September 17, 2014

slowing down
to look at each other
this deer and I

September 16, 2014

sounds of windows opening
to welcome cool air

September 15, 2014

three years of disbelief
since you left

(For L.F. on the anniversary of her death. May her memory be a blessing.)

September 14, 2014

to watch him while he still
wants me to look

September 13, 2014

impromptu racket
we try again to chase
the woodpecker away

September 12, 2014

envelopes bursting
with grinning innuendo
our saved love letters

September 10, 2014

out for a walk
the space around me fills with
crickets gone quiet

September 09, 2014

autumn run
the dark catches up a bit
with each passing day

September 08, 2014

back to school
he pulls his hand

(No worries, friends. It's called poetic license; I'm still getting plenty of lovin'.)

September 07, 2014

we hold each other
while crickets sing their spells
let summer stay

September 05, 2014

September 04, 2014

window willow
filtering the moonlight
while my tea steeps

September 03, 2014

birthday tradition
which of his baby pictures
does he look like now?

September 02, 2014

the last
of the garden vegetables
tonight’s chili

(HT Steven D. Brewer)

September 01, 2014

slow lane, fast lane
what does it matter?
alone in the pool