There is peacefulness this morning.
Glistening leaves pulsate
dripping dew,
a turtle crawls across granite chips
struggling for redemption
& crows call
to meet at their special place
above the box elders.

Down along 'the crick'
a fox believes he is invisible,
but I see him
& so does the neighbor's dog
in the back forty,
barking its incessant-warning.

It's times like these
when being alone
means everything.