springing into fall bloom maybe there is no wrong season for azaleas

changing its tune the comb with the lost tooth

the dog's bark rounding out whatever the moon is missing

to the next from one day to the next day from the one day next to from

overgrown farmer's field in the middle of a depression the ox-eye daisies

city skyline the half moon a safe distance away from the construction crane

like being born again the rescue of miners trapped in the earth's womb

when opportunity knocks there's a door that won't open with a key we can't find

views from the doctor's office the 'v' of the geese not making any sound

10/10/10 the brilliant colors of maples repeating themselves