secondary storm —

the wind blows down

raindrops from the trees

back to cold again —

the bird on the lilac

sits fully fluffed

rain after the rain —

the beginning of puddles

and the end of thirst

above and below

where his elbow pads go —

spring lacrosse tan

pristine green —

new ivy leaves

before the climb

coming home to

a fresh coat of yellow —

more dandelions

one robin

shrieks a warning note —

the evening news

at day’s end

those dandelions I pulled

tugging back at me

dogwood tree

with a broken bough...

somehow still blooming

did the moon seem

to wait until the sun rose

before it let go?

almost daybreak —

a breeze prepares

to ruffle the lake

waiting patiently

with their their perfect posture —

three tulips

unwanted ivy —

for the first time, we imagine

uprooting it


(HT to @DebbyIrving)

first real sun —

our freckle crop

comes in nicely

traveling beyond

the range of my sight —

geese at dusk

waterfall —

our heads tipped back

as if to drink

sticks flung from the bridge

into the creek below —

first experiment

my friend’s black iris

oh so close to blooming —

all that’s left, now

meager lunch —

the mailbox spider

starts over

spring night —

ant generals muling

their next invasion

at the rise of Meeting

the children enter singing

bringing spring with them

all day rain —

even the garden stones

seem to float

backing up to make the longer shot — early April sunset

me and the squirrels —

trying to remember

where we dug our holes

earlier each day

birds mapping light

with their songs

a forest clearing

overflowing with sunlight —

when you say my name

wind in the desert —

the beginnings of love,

unstoppable heat

losing you

to the sky’s high country —

these sun-stealing clouds!

forsythia —

short term savings

for a rainy day

magnolia blossoms —

girls with their hair undone

after the prom