day 21

little red farmhouse
secrets stashed away for years
girl with two lovers

day 16

59 fireflies
hovering over water
too confidently

 

day 15

purposely, I know
the green shapely rolling hills;
interwoven sky

 

day 12

we hear birds
twittering
we dream
of spring

day 11

vacuuming pine needles
a spider,
hiding place disturbed,
makes her last moves

day 10

dark green forested
path
lost
there is nothing deep
in those kinds
of fairy-tales

day 9

sidewalk glittering
early morning picturing
white quartz, dried apples
a dirt road

day 8

the early bird
catches
the worm

day 7

a large black crow plucking
a large yellow leaf
as people pass by

day 6

in a small park–
olive beside
poplar–
today is not
as lonely

day 5

accompanied by
the hummingbird
for
—a few
—–short
——-hums

day 4

red berries clustered
thickly hanging
from
the thinnest branch

day 3

pond as still
as glass–
silence
interrupted

day 2

footsteps nearby–
my solitary
bench

day 1

orange mushrooms
popping up
everywhere

68

cactus blooms:  pinkish-white 

along the dry riverbed trail; the sun shining hotter than usual this early

November noon

19

jumping off
flying naked:
cerulean blue sea, far below

red petals

afternoon-sitting on
white concrete steps
with green paint splatters,
red petals scattered