spring weekend ~

taking a cool bath

a fly

in evening rain

e’en cracked concrete

glistens

busy sunday ~

skies the color o’

newspapers

standing hunched

on the wet grass

year’s 1st squirrel

i hear up

an early spring fir

obscured chirps

gray weekend ~

e’en the fir’s head

is slumping

sandy skies ~

the truck drives toward

the rainbow

february rain ~

hushed window spectators

crowd o’ cats

3 am ~

peeking thru my window

full moon

valentine’s day ~

my sweetheart

1 last snow