summer morning walk
the hum of condenser fans
joins choir of bird songs
more than ever the feeling
that everything belongs
summer morning walk
the hum of condenser fans
joins choir of bird songs
more than ever the feeling
that everything belongs
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
a sudden gust
the wind across the porch
scattering my thoughts
summer’s long twilight
a flycatcher feasts on gnats
nothing else matters