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
evening falls —
acorn shadows on the path
grow longer
resting on the wing
of an eagle statue
three starlings
dusky night
the falling scent
of rain
daffodils
shaking off the
spring snow
sliding into sleep
the movement of water
in the river
late winter night
restless winds blow in
the open window
should i rake leaves?
i turn another page
of my book
full moon
the wind whips wild hair
on our shadows
in a field full
of tiny purple flowers
i admire one
going out
to see an old friend —
hello moon
within the roar
of the wild tides —
a song
spring storm
dogwood blooms float
along the curb
purple dusk
a canoe glides across
the silence
(for dad)
quiet night
drinking up the
moonshine sky
may i have this dance
the sun takes my hand as the
breeze begins to play
in quiet moments
the sound of the river
surrounds me
oceans away
watching the waves of patience
rolling, rolling in
love songs –
one small bird singing
from the porch rail