dusk

wrapped in smoke

autumn thoughts

 the crow

all alone asked the stone

and flew away with its secret

 books waiting

upon the altar of tomorrow 

today’s miracles 

 rain

walking the valley sides

fell upon us

 with their bow ties

the afternoon dragonflies

serve the river’s tables

 the weight of waiting

makes deep cracks in the soil 

- sandals rubbing

 august 

bindweed and blackberries 

yin and yang

 conversations 

the tiny seeds

that grow lifetimes

 life

the secret of eternal

death

the past

a playground 

in ruins

 drought

that’s not a slug

it’s a dead leaf

 thistles 

a brisk sea breeze

wild horses