barefoot in the grass
gathering clover bouquets
between my toes
barefoot in the grass
gathering clover bouquets
between my toes
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
on the nightstand
three stacked books
of haiku
resting on the wing
of an eagle statue
three starlings
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
sliding into sleep
the movement of water
in the river
late winter night
restless winds blow in
the open window
open minded
not a single cloud
floating by
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
spring storm
dogwood blooms float
along the curb
summer is coming
the song of the ice cream truck
is growing louder