
full moon on the rise
the fragrance of fresh cut grass
captured in shadow

full moon on the rise
the fragrance of fresh cut grass
captured in shadow


awake before dawn
all senses fully attuned
to world waking up

telecommuting
I see spring ephemerals
in a neighbor’s yard

what are we to do what's happened can't be undone hearts once cut must change forward lies the narrow gate walk through to abundant life