She has lost the ebb

Her will drags like an anchor

And catches a rock

 When I am careless 

My best thoughts come unbidden

Bees drawn to nectar

 The fruitful season

Pregnant with ripening crops

Needing only rain

 With all of our words

We fathom each other less 

Than animals can

 It’s time to emerge

To expand through the thin walls

Broken shells remain

 Saturday at noon 

Pig roastin - songs and laughter 

A banjo dancin 

 The first thing you do

You got to scrape the drippings

If you want gravy

 The Chinese leader

Pointed to an ancient tree

Elder U.S.A.

 How welcome the day 

When I answered no queries

Everything as is

A line of quick fluff

The mother quail and six chicks

Scoot under a bush

 A few decisions

Scattered over a lifetime

Make the difference

 I will sit here whist

On a hill above the glen

And wait for the bloom

 If it is still free 

Will you please loan me your heart

Just for old time’s sake

Peacefully removed

From the chase of perfection

He is satisficed

 The beholden moon 

At the mercy of the sun

A pale dependent

 She rolls on her back

Exposing her soft belly

Her tail flat - relaxed

 From here on forward

Smooth and curving easily

It’s a simple road

Urgency of fall

 A bee dashes bloom to bloom

A spent petal drops

 A lark in the barn

Thrashes against the window

The door is open

 Through the west dormer

There’s a view from the attic

Of  gulls and the waves