distant slate blue line
surges, swirls to windy grays
summer evening storm
Years ago, I went to a U2 concert and got there very early. So I had a tiny tailgate, party of 1.
hatchback open,
a picnic dinner, a good book:
introvert’s tailgate
Went paddleboarding today. A heron was in the shade on the shore, delicately toying with a small fish it had just caught. It seemed to have had better luck than the humans...
casting yet again
the heron enjoys his meal
the fisherman waits
the red-headed finch
dozes on the sun-drenched ledge
while i do at my desk
full, closed summer buds,
color peeking through the edge:
anticipation
the rising fireflies
outshine tonight's thin crescent
brief as they are
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unexpected guest
is it time again so soon?
summer's first firefly
gliding with such grace
envy the water skaters
who tread so lightly
who truly leave no trace
who go where we cannot
a mob of mayflies
bustling, oblivious
to their brevity
I nearly missed them:
bright green already bleeds through
spring's fading blossoms
The rebellious bluebells that had spilled out of a parking lot island onto the nearby lawn seemed to be gone. And yet...
on a closer look
some low-lying bluebells still
defy the mower
Seems like I'm seeing fewer small animals, birds, & bugs around me these past few years. How much is because their numbers really are decreasing, & how much is because I just need to know where to look?
these small signs of life
an industrious beetle
bustles in the mulch
prefers the deep woods
small, occasionally prickly
creature of few words