11-1-2022

Quietly,

we listen to

Fall's first rain.

Not written today

The tide is in.

The sun in literal rays.

Seagulls dot the blue.

Not Haiku

 

Birds & squirrels fend,
lizards too,
all of them, tails abuzz
with industry.

I watch them out my window, 
tummy full, 
feet in organic socks,
breathing in clean air,
upset that, so often,
life goes on without me.

Not Written Today

The tide is in.

Seagulls dot the blue.

My cat--

My cat--
a furry oval in

a rectangle of bright sun.

1/17/2022

On the dying bush—

one bright flower.