memorial day the smell of fresh grass cuttings around mom and dad's grave

held with a tweezers the tick still tries to attach itself to something

flowering with headlines this morning's mumblings from a bumble bee

a blue sky of red shouldered hawks spilling keers into their cheery-o's

relief from yesterday's heat fringed by woods and bluebird sightings

at some point in the conversation we return to last night's hazy moon

oil spill saga a top kill cure or just another bp shortcut

ready for a new chapter the school papers recycled

seconds after the first mosquito bite other places its never been start to itch

cooling the patio the heart-shaped fans of catalpa leaves

so much for the gardening two rabbits chase each other into the next field

all the things I should have done outnumbered by raindrops

faster than I can send a text message the squirrel twitching its tail

named for ancestors I never met the meandering flow of tebo creek

the latest tracks of mud bring out the 'whatever' shrugs of indifference

an umbrella no help for a damp cough taking in more rain

on the verge of saying something the nervous dart of a hummingbird

infrared camera the specks of dust leaving trails like comets

with their stubborn preference for barren clay a new generation of ants

hammered by rain the frog barely has a chance to finish its call

warm front if only it would arrive quietly and with good intent

sundown the pond shivers with the crow's departure

mother's day the roses from the last party left on our table

lost then found shades of may in the cedar grove

finals' week I'll be glad when it's finally over

a fair weather vane the kingbird's song at sunrise

party hat the moon wearing a cloud this cinco de mayo

lifting my spirits young tomato plants in the garden

one more sleepless night tossing and turning into morning

a future with less of everything except the gallons of oil spilling into the gulf

goodbye from april the flashing neon of another storm