at the center
of the quiet patch
I found a fox

the sound of rain
making its way down to earth —
something soft lets go

pollinators
in slanted afternoon sun —
every bloom sacred

cooler evening air —
let's stand for a moment
at each open window

as soon as we leave
the birds return to their bath —
a dance in each day

the bees and moths 
accept an invitation —
tall purple asters

now who was it
I was going to send
that poem to?

little goldfinch gang
descending on the garden —
no seed is safe!

tiny tomatoes
from seeds that were hidden
in the compost