
a baby squirrel
wakes to find the leafy ground
completely erased
–photo by me

a baby squirrel
wakes to find the leafy ground
completely erased
–photo by me

the man in the moon
is an awful chaperone
for our young lovers
–photo by me

rain clouds come and go
in accordance with nature’s
own set of stop lights
–photo by me

a path of needles
threads its way back and forth through
a patch of pine trees
–photo by me

daddy longlegs must
brave the elements to keep
his busy schedule
–photo by me

when land meets the sea
he must form a good shoreline–
or his name is mud
–photo by me

a brief stillness comes
as summer hesitates to
give way to autumn
–photo by me

the days are too long
the afternoons are too hot
a star is too close

the babbling brook can’t
help but spill its secrets to
the whispering wind
–photo by me

each daisy catches
a drop of sunshine in its
upturned, white-gloved palm
–photo by me