sapsucker season —
a line of small perfect holes
ringing the maple
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May 31, 2025
May 30, 2025
returned from school —
we push new habits aside
to make room for him
May 29, 2025
as I drift asleep
I call old friends to mind —
the rain falls softly
May 28, 2025
low iron levels —
my ineligibility
feeling like failure
May 27, 2025
graduation day —
stadium pigeons look on
as mortarboards fly
May 26, 2025
peony blossoms —
we try to convince the deer
of sweeter blooms elsewhere
May 25, 2025
walking home at dusk —
acrobatic chimney swifts
where the sky begins
May 24, 2025
just after dawn
the deer slip by to check
on our offerings
May 23, 2025
shrieks and cannonballs
displacing circling pool leaves —
summer draws near
May 22, 2025
driving into the sun
steering from memory
to where the road was
May 21, 2025
we walk in the rain
watching the flowers
turn their faces up
May 20, 2025
morning half moon —
I neglect to notice if
waxing or waning
May 19, 2025
nesting season —
as I walk, small blue half domes
evidence of hatching
May 18, 2025
another Sunday —
the flight of zinnia seeds
from my open hand
May 17, 2025
coordinated poison —
I wait for news of my friends'
latest chemo rounds
May 16, 2025
early morning fog —
our sense of the road ahead
reduced to guesswork
May 15, 2025
each iris stalk
racing in its quiet way
to be first to bloom
May 14, 2025
humming along
to a song I don't know yet —
carried by the chords
May 13, 2025
catbirds at dusk
tuning up their instruments
deep in the bamboo
May 12, 2025
hazy flower moon —
we find our way forward
through remembered light
May 11, 2025
hand-scattering
zinnia seeds like a prayer
over rain damp earth
May 10, 2025
in the pink of it
a tiny hitchhiking ant —
peony bouquet
May 09, 2025
tiny house sparrows
gauging the width of our vents
by slipping inside
May 08, 2025
silently jostling
for the best view of the sun —
azalea blossoms
May 07, 2025
a figure in black
walking at the edge of the road —
dotting a solid line
May 06, 2025
highway hotel —
all night the sound of trucks
braking down the hill
May 05, 2025
the level of fear
rising like groundwater —
trapped with no runway
May 04, 2025
describing branches
so we can help each other
find the green heron
May 03, 2025
heavy-hearted —
we pull out the old sorrows
to compare notes
May 02, 2025
spring peepers
insistently reminding —
we needed this rain
May 01, 2025
Mayday, mayday —
learning what we would do
in an emergency