taking out the trash
after choosing a new fighter —
more spring in my step

when did cicadas
become the loudest voice?
(late night summer choir)

waking up tired —
come sit next to me and breathe
be my calm center

mosquito morning —

a fast-flying hummingbird

adds to the buzz

 

full moon with crickets —
our half-eaten garden flowers
plan to try again

sage in summer —
I run my fingers through it
to bring the scent with me

the sound of the wind
translated into scratches —
branch tips at the screen

squirrels with white tails —
reactions separating
visitors from locals

stand over the sink,
peach juice dripping down your arm —
let summer run out