The morning glory
Suffocates the cucumbers.
But we don’t trim them.
Aug 21, 2020
Aug 21, 2020 at 12:49 PM UTC
The green shades of spring,
Have not intimidated
The purple maple.
Aug 18, 2020
Aug 18, 2020 at 4:51 PM UTC
The dough spins above,
Launched from floured hands, they wait.
Curse that ceiling fan.
Jul 10, 2020
Jul 10, 2020 at 10:00 AM UTC
Summer heat burns grass
The same colour as the frost.
Withered in extremes.
Jul 5, 2020
Jul 5, 2020 at 10:41 AM UTC
The black fly escapes -
The snapping dog too lazy
to fight in the heat.
Jun 9, 2020
Jun 9, 2020 at 7:54 PM UTC
Black clouds rage nearby.
Concussive flashes thunder.
Milk and tears rain down.
Jun 3, 2020
Jun 3, 2020 at 2:00 PM UTC
I find “the morning”
to be subjective- despite
what the birds may say.
May 26, 2020
May 26, 2020 at 8:34 AM UTC
Mid-day streetlights glow
bright against the darkened sky,
Children scatter home.
May 18, 2020
May 18, 2020 at 8:59 PM UTC
Spring snow chills the mind,
Environmental measured
Social distancing.
Apr 23, 2020
Apr 23, 2020 at 2:57 PM UTC
Cautiously stepping,
The deer samples the new grass.
We look on wistful.
Apr 21, 2020
Apr 21, 2020 at 9:45 AM UTC