Warning beep
dog crouches low
all motor life
exiting.
I strike one match
lay my candle down
still light calm
rain.
Footsteps
to the window
green forest thunder
I go I go.

In the woods, now
listening to bird calls
squirrel flutterings
butterfly wings.
Lucky me.
In fearless privilege
the presence of
such ordinary things.
We walk in rain
feeling wet stones ping
all nature erect
unveiling full rainbow
glimpse between raindrops
descending orange light.

Yes, bench
stone is hard
cold shivers
uninvite loungers
to rest uneasily
before shifting elsewhere.
Still, small petals
amend.

Early evening
quiet water’s edge
we watched
your parade
astonished awe
human clumsy
accentuated next to
your glistening grace.

Lie back now
in green grasses
like you did
as a child
fall into earth
mind cloud wanderer
distant laughter
carries the wind.

Side by side
breath by breath
heart rhythm
eastern winds.
Between jack pines
we sway with
homage
flutter,
passage of time.

Morningbird
raindance reels
light stepping rhythm
landing’s challenge between
adornment
from death
emergent life.
Beauty.

Inside stand
stand in wood
if might may wield
they could they would
why not we should
transform
a tree
neat pile
of wood.

Just past
Cove and 697
you took your exit
still half-sleeping.
I guess your journey
called for only
half a mattress.
Pencil on paper. Images arise. Message received.