Spring runs wild with sneezing and coughs. Return moderation. My friend. The crisp of Fall.
With oak-leaf patterns and browns mixed from Fall, my fence recedes until next year. It will soak the rain and shield […]
Yup, its Spring; umbrellas and all. Are the rains really necessary? Give me Fall. The colors light my feet on fire.
A single flower illuminates a confit du canard, with a wine glass appropriately sized. Smells and touch; many textures. I miss speaking a […]
93 humid degrees, but brave enough to walk Ozzy and let him do what dogs like to do. While waiting, I snatched […]
My Red Bud has bloomed and now has cool, elongated pods. They are in bunches, very symmetrical and make for […]
Misty river flows along an ankle and feels of falling, of blue jays swirling and whispered kisses and memories, hushed […]
Make little dimples in the air, the ones you drew in water, the currents – the sounding of the horns; […]
Throat-scorched with car pipe fumes
and with rusted sounds
from last week.
My step-daughter always remembers my wife's AA birthday.
am I searching,
in this season of hello goodbyes?
It's been a long winter and hope, this warmth doesn't speed face first into summer.
I'm tired of winter and am celebrating Spring with a reminder that nature finds a way to live, to find joy in a simple bloom.