Spiderweb

The threads run and run
through sunlight
on a loom of leaves
running in place for the unseen spiders
catching the luster of our deepest thoughts.

The Cricket Song

I strain to hear it summerlong
floating in the light
or shrouded in rain at dusk
parsing with each stroke of my pen
this tapestry of summer.




photo by E

Tea on a Hike, Part 2

A lone bird call somehow makes the silence of crickets even more so.




photo by E

Her Farmers' Market

Under the awning that shades
her still figure
she sits wheelchair-bound
surveying her gift
now in its tenth year
where vine-ripened tomatoes are a bridge
between the outstretched hands
meeting in this fertile season.

Tea on a Hike

Silver Needles, coy and honeyed by nature, becomes something else altogether in the coolness of the woods.

Schoolhouse Beach

A beach of round pebbles
in the shelter of limestone and light

passing from the silence of wind and wave
from rain heard by the timeless crickets
to distant laughter in the evening light.


photo by E