Tuesday, August 28, 2012


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.

Saturday, August 25, 2012

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

Sunday, August 12, 2012

Tea on a Hike, Part 2

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

photo by E

Saturday, August 11, 2012

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.

Tuesday, August 7, 2012

Tea on a Hike

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

Sunday, August 5, 2012

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