bits of strewn trash —

nests, now

in a bird’s bright eye

first signs of spring —

bird songs louder even

than my worry

early morning tales —

how we admire the fox

and her healthy coat!

(HT Abby Notterman)

streetlights

and leftover raindrops —

trees dressed in pearls

jazz concert

and the walk home afterwards —

fly me to the moon


(HT @BrynnStanley)

erasing myself

starting from the beginning —

once upon a time

one rabbit

out of the fog

moving towards spring

warm spell —

sunlight bouncing around

off of our smiles

shadows of fish

beneath reflections of leaves —

bald cypress

ridge line wind

seemingly from everywhere —

again I think of you

traveling alone —

my attention held lightly

by a falling leaf

morning run —

the deer look on, curious,

not finding danger

last light —

my memory fills in

the curves of the road

one fall

she planted bulbs in secret

and then waited

mid-February —

wisteria vines starting

their slow reach for sun

alone again this year

her socks a defiant black —

Valentine’s Day

Milky Way —

we tilt our heads back,

catching starlight

our nightly walk home —

puddles full to overflowing 

with moonlight

taking turns on watch

February sliding by

nesting bald eagles

leafless branches —

I try to remember

the last time we kissed

children in snow boots —

every frozen puddle

endangered

yes I should be

sleeping but then again —

the stars need seeing

familiar enough

that I start to dance —

music in my dream

hometown radio —

trying to change the pronouns

in my head

all-day rain —

we share an umbrella

love in perfect step

slowed, then frozen

two-dimensional still life —

winter puddle

her grandmother name —

whatever the babies could say

was just fine

trading yawns

at the end of our day —

the owl calls again

downed tree —

his friend from the support group

moves to hospice