In the quiet yard
a pile of feathers, yellow, black… Continue reading →
today the slushing rain has filled
the yard with thirty-ish finches
all arguing for seed and perch… Continue reading →
…all week i have waited for this
a taste of normal worth the fight. Continue reading →
These days some days to get through it
you have to turn it all off and
let something else grab your attention
just for some hours, an afternoon… Continue reading →
along the driveway, in the woods
yellow daffodils here and there
a few are gifts left by the folks
who lived here before, and who died Continue reading →
In this game, by trying to win; you automatically lose.
