afternoon nap

afternoon nap 

out of the blue 

a three note bird call 

fading 

into the blue

drops of light

drops of light 

falling on rain-washed leaves, 

thoughts settle 

leaving ink-marks 

on a blank page

Some leaves aren't as "rain-washed" as I thought they were...marks of dust...so are the thoughts on a page...marks of ink.  

sidewalk

sidewalk verdant, 

fresh with the scent of 

newly opened flowers ~

in the wind,

songs of autumn

too deep

too deep, the nectar 

the sunbird slides 

dew-bathing

morning rain

morning rain 

through the window ~

this urge 

to lean back 

and

August moon

August moon

through the drifting 

clouds 

a thought returns 

to its source

nearing storm

nearing storm ~

which way did the birds

fly?

morning drizzle

morning drizzle 

over the hedge, the plumeria 

slowly wakens

storm-coming

storm-coming

the birds in a dishevelled 

flight

eye of the storm

at the eye of the storm

the circling buzzards

take a turn

storm coming

storm-coming

there, an array of pigeons 

move closer

all night

all night 
the shimmer 
of the distant stars 
through the trees 
the wind ensemble, 
there’s much to write 
and yet, nothing much 
how simple to live your life,
love, laugh
give a prayer 
retire

farewell

farewell
to all, all but the sky 
seamless