hot afternoon the leaves of the hydrangea drop more than the stock market

gray skies a flop around in old shoes gives me more room to consider my options

morning syllabus the dew in the grass enough to wake the crows

skull bone creek maybe the rocks will remember where the water once flowed

july heat I wonder if the turtle can hear the pond shrink

lumps of clay giving a voice to my misshapen idea 

100 candles as though he were still here we wish dad a happy birthday

I don't want to imagine a world without the wavy lines of brown pelicans

the sunflowers looking as tired as I am of this summer heat

sunrise a groundhog speeding across the road to some place cooler