
top of the morning
a mockingbird on its perch
belting out its song

top of the morning
a mockingbird on its perch
belting out its song

waking to the rain
falling on dead and alive
good and bad alike
everything belonging
in this evolving worldview
a window of leaves

letting go – and becoming

a blanket of leaves
refusing to go – won’t change
the natural course of life

leaves on the front porch
a gift from the neighbor’s tree
air mailed overnight

eat me or squish me
doesn’t matter much to me
my best days are gone