September 30, 2015

the flow of these years —
each new calendar page
a tiny ripple


September 29, 2015

busy at stoplights
my side view mirror spider
starts over again


September 28, 2015

September 27, 2015

September 26, 2015

this morning’s race
the only sounds I hear
my footfalls and breath


September 24, 2015

six deer before dawn
heads turning as if asking
why are YOU awake?


September 23, 2015

September 22, 2015

September 21, 2015

September 20, 2015

pulling hard
just to feel the glide
that tells you you’re home


September 19, 2015

southbound train —
one by one, we riders choose
the river side


September 18, 2015

fast asleep
in the hammock of the day

last slice of summer


September 17, 2015

end of the season
sharp and jagged edges

where the corn once stood


September 16, 2015

September 15, 2015

September 14, 2015

September 13, 2015

September 12, 2015

September 11, 2015

September 10, 2015

red at the tip
locust leaves in September
just warming up


September 09, 2015

September 08, 2015

September 07, 2015

back and forth
on the road to our parents
the moon looks on


September 06, 2015

September 05, 2015

September 04, 2015

light housekeeping
we invite last night’s moth
back outside


September 03, 2015

September 02, 2015

September 01, 2015