Beyond all the words

Most in our lives is not said

Nor does it need be

Frosted with moonlight

A squash still bound to its vine

Ready for harvest

A relentless will

Hoodoos shaped by desert winds

The sand creates sand

In the warming soil

The first crocus will decide

And spring will oblige

 remnant of the fog

dew hangs from the old man’s beard

a hummingbird drinks

 Diné matriarch 

Robed with silver and turquoise

Sun-faced and constant

 Shall we not forget

To remember together

What liberty means

From what other cloud

Can such flaming rain descend

To color the day

 

In pursuit of pride

 Is the game worth the candle

Can decency win

 Beyond equations

A darkness we cannot see

Force we cannot feel

Begrimed and musty

Clothes that suffered the hamper

Rejoice laundry day!

Aspens shed tired leaves

 Squirrels make their arrangements

Geese are in the wind

It’s out of control

Undocumented migrants

Squatting in the park

As it falls to earth

The simplicity of rain

Belies its blessings

 The rain on my face

While soaking in the hot tub

The best of both worlds