barefoot in the grass
gathering clover bouquets
between my toes
barefoot in the grass
gathering clover bouquets
between my toes
seventeen degrees —
wild pawprints hop and trot
ahead of my boots
hearing my heartbeat
underneath the bathwater—
the stillness of me
evening falls —
acorn shadows on the path
grow longer
drifting thoughts
dried flowers floating
in the bath
moonlight sonata —
my shadow undresses
against the wall
a long goodbye
every time we part —
the old cat
dancing
around the room —
unspoken words
on the nightstand
three stacked books
of haiku
resting on the wing
of an eagle statue
three starlings
warm winter day –
motorcycles come growling
from hibernation
freshly bathed dog —
odd-shaped wet marks
on every rug
trail run —
tree branches extending
high fives
almost december —
missing the taste of summer
berries and sweet love
the dog’s sleeping pose
my feet find a still-warm spot
on the yoga mat
dusky night
the falling scent
of rain
evening bath
hot wax melting in
the candle jars
daffodils
shaking off the
spring snow
sliding into sleep
the movement of water
in the river