one-by-one
leaves flutter earthward―
bare wings of trees
a gift
for the one crushing the leaves―
garden mint
Cinquain
A
Hummingbird Flits
Red-throat
hummingbird flits
among the hanging fuchsias―
zooms away. …My son calls to say
hello.
Graveyard Moon
Wrought-iron
gate stretches to
avoid the corpse-pale light
of a graveyard moon calling forth
shadows.
Joggity Jig
Jogging,
feet are pounding,
heart is drumming as I
dance to my own beat while I am
jogging.
Water Lilies
I’m most
envious of
water lilies in bloom,
living productively floating
nowhere.
