August 31, 2017

we look away
from the calendar
last days of summer

August 30, 2017

our side yard cricket
and a late night train whistle
passing each other

August 29, 2017

waves with whitecaps
rolling down the interstate
hurricane traffic

August 28, 2017

late night revival
joy and lamentation
as the songs ring true

(Inspired by the Resistance Revival Chorus)

August 27, 2017

two weeks of quiet
followed by a torrent
summer camp return

August 26, 2017

we sneak up
on our own garden
bright flash of goldfinch!

August 25, 2017

so much louder
with the windows open
late-August nights

August 24, 2017

through the warming air
bees traveling their honey road
I follow your scent

August 23, 2017

on the edge
of the bowl of summer
crickets, singing away

August 22, 2017

heat lightning
in every crowd I see you
for a split second

August 21, 2017

passing around
the special sunglasses
solar eclipse

August 20, 2017

still delighting in
our shared vocabulary

August 19, 2017

sunflower centers
and homemade protest signs
seeds for next season

August 18, 2017

deer out foraging
in fields just before the storm
I race the rain home

August 17, 2017

mid August flip turns
I see myself
coming and going

August 16, 2017

the difference
between torch light
and candlelight

(HT @AlyssaHarad, who first tweeted this... I just broke it into three lines and switched the order a bit)
hospital visit
I put the rudbeckia
in a plastic cup

August 15, 2017

simply holding on
until the rain subsides
side yard swallowtail

August 14, 2017

bamboo’s slow creep
from the yard to the house
we finally notice

August 13, 2017

nobody’s free
until everybody’s free
Fannie Lou Hamer

August 12, 2017

the protesters
closest to the baby
smiling when she laughs

August 11, 2017

tiptoeing through
so rest of us can sleep
twin fawns in the field

August 10, 2017

tiny green spider
even after it’s long gone
I think I feel it

August 09, 2017

our front yard bunny
just the tips of its ears
bright with morning sun

August 08, 2017

water running through
the cup I’ve made of my hands
how is it August?

August 07, 2017

all day long
flower stalks slowly bending
giving in to grief

August 06, 2017

full moon holding fast
as the wind hustles the clouds
your name on my lips

August 05, 2017

August 04, 2017

family game night
he teaches us the rules
we used to know

August 03, 2017

leaving a dead branch
in hopes that the goldfinch
will come winging back

August 02, 2017

I tell the story
discovering as I go — 
blue heron in flight

photo: George Thomas on Flickr

August 01, 2017

trying to read
over my shoulder
moths, bumping the window