June 30, 2020

every strawberry

bright with the memory

of picking with my mom



June 29, 2020

drumming rain

and streams being born —

close the workhouse



June 28, 2020

a space in the tree

where the baby robins were —

four new stories



June 27, 2020

missing the feeling

of flip turns in the pool —

pandemic summer



June 26, 2020

waiting all day

for a chance to stand tall —

nicotiana



June 25, 2020

every day

the nest gets smaller —

fledgling robins



June 24, 2020

your old letters —

knowing what they say

without looking



June 23, 2020

my neighbor’s garden —

the yarrow I wish I’d planted

in my own





June 22, 2020

standing stems

where there were flowers —

the deer have found us



June 21, 2020

first day of summer —

the mosquito’s engine

starts right up



June 20, 2020

summer solstice —

avoiding the rain

that never came



June 19, 2020

azalea petals

fallen now so we can spot

last year’s nest



June 18, 2020

bright green forest floor —

deep enough to swim in

or drown



June 17, 2020

tell me the story

of how we rescue each other —

self-seeding primrose



June 16, 2020

floating just above

stands of tall abandoned grass —

fireflies



June 15, 2020

bedtime —

all the bugs that snuck inside

trying to get out



June 14, 2020

there was a hill road

to use if I ran away —

I never needed it



June 13, 2020

evening primrose —

self-seeding protests

spring up



June 12, 2020

June 11, 2020

before you

there was this longing —

wind that brings the rain



June 10, 2020

midday heat —
the nesting robin and I
going nowhere


June 09, 2020

wind in the leaves
down here at street level, too —
we’re setting our sails


June 08, 2020

open windows —
birdsong hitching a ride
on the cross breeze


June 07, 2020

Black Mothers Rising
lead us in meditation
honeysuckle in the air


June 06, 2020

homemade protest signs
woven into the fence —
words still doing work


June 05, 2020

full moon in rain —
I imagine the gratitude
of just-planted flowers


June 04, 2020

our nearly grown boy
teaches himself to juggle —
a wistful moon looks on


June 03, 2020

the pause just before
she remembers she can fly —
fledgling robin


June 02, 2020

bending the long grass
as she turns in a circle —
the doe at dusk


June 01, 2020

impenetrable —
doghobble’s arching branches
rooting at the tips