I change my route home
so it crosses the fox's —
knowing where to look
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September 30, 2024
September 29, 2024
our fifth kind of aster —
tiny calico blossoms
crowd-source their sunshine
September 28, 2024
water in places
that have never seen water —
no way out, no plans
September 27, 2024
humid morning air —
geese under the bridge startle
as I run over
September 26, 2024
retirement savings —
finally getting smaller
after all those years
September 25, 2024
I've lost the cricket
that snuck in with the paper —
I wish it would sing
September 24, 2024
cool mornings at last —
every fallen branch looking
like a walking stick
September 23, 2024
skunk scented air —
the farm stand takes down its signs
one crop at a time
September 22, 2024
on the edge of drought —
the doe tucks her fawns in
with stories of rain
September 21, 2024
waning full moon
as we head towards autumn —
let me watch you sleep
September 20, 2024
September 19, 2024
scuffing through leaves —
I kick myself all the way back
to childhood
September 18, 2024
nearing confluence,
announcing their intention —
geese on the move
September 17, 2024
I counted six bees
on the goldenrod today —
or maybe three, twice
September 16, 2024
resisting autumn —
I leave my socks
in their drawer
September 15, 2024
imagining the job:
holding doors open
as our children choose
September 14, 2024
the smaller the sweeter
purple fingers telling tales —
wild blueberries
September 13, 2024
kitchen cactus —
to truly show it love
we leave it alone
September 12, 2024
freshly squeezed lemon —
I find the nicks in my skin
by the stinging
September 11, 2024
we stayed still so long
the goldfinches forgot us
coming close after all
September 10, 2024
bats all up under
the patio umbrella
'bout to make their move
September 09, 2024
turning over stones
nestled in the creek bed —
brief, tiny whirlpools
September 08, 2024
egrets and great blues
each making claims on their own
section of shoreline
September 07, 2024
young praying mantis —
we check each other out
as the world slows down
September 06, 2024
day by day
more sunlight captured
by the goldenrod
September 05, 2024
late summer sunshine —
lavender pods just out here
asking to be crushed
September 04, 2024
I trace your route
and trust it will bring you
back home to me
September 03, 2024
Birth Story
he asks one more time
about the pain; I tell him
that wasn't the point
September 02, 2024
early fall due date —
I spend the summer swimming,
practicing breathing
September 01, 2024
summer's end —
it seems that no one has told
our zinnias