like children, we wrap

like children, we wrap
our fingers tightly around
the end of summer –

may we have the privilege to
worry about nothing else
.
20210906:2246
y

september arrives

september arrives
with the monarch butterflies,
five generations

all at once waving hello
and goodbye in our backyard
.
20210905:2245
y

the language of time

the language of time
is mysterious – for one
full minute, we can

become riveted by every
bird twitch, a turning of the page
.
20210904:1848
y

the verdict is still

the verdict is still
out whether curiosity
kills the bird more
often than the cat –
the carolina wren
dances in and
out of reach
.
20210903:1049
y

we are mostly a

we are mostly a
distraction to ourselves and
each other, other

roles are few and far between,
there’s no need for auditions
.
20210902:2159
y

between contractual

between contractual
hellos with the sun, the moon,
and stars are lapses

only documented here,
here, and there, marked by Xes
.
20210831:1821
y

perhaps one out of

perhaps one out of
five succulents survives
our carelessness, nurtured
by a lifetime
of looking
without seeing,
hearing
without listening
.
20210830:2037
y

morning wren cycles

morning wren cycles
through his exuberant songs,
perched where we call home
.
20210829:2044
y

even the birds in

even the birds in
the backyard subscribe to some
sort of chaos – to

migrate or not to migrate,
when the feeder is so full
.
20210828:1658
y