
sun rises quietly
not a KAW from the ravens
no words for wonder

sun rises quietly
not a KAW from the ravens
no words for wonder
summer morning walk
the hum of condenser fans
joins choir of bird songs
more than ever the feeling
that everything belongs
self criticism
when a shrub flowers
is it new creations or
old resurrections
tasting symphony
of water, soil, and sunshine
fresh plucked tomatoes
enjoying the fruit
while the vine dries and withers
doesn’t seem quite right
life and death are one
to accept the certainty
is to live fully