Long walk, looking for the muse Home at last! “Take your shoes off!” She is mopping floors. In response to the RDP word prompt fungible
All morning I wait— blank paper, no poems—on the window are moths, waiting too. In response to the Ragtag Community daily prompt contact
wind-play bows whole groves, but today, just one grass stem dips— zephyr? grasshopper?
Today's to-do list— But the wild mustard, so yellow, This sunny chair, warm.
Droop of August grass ants’ pheromone rush— cricket chirp In response to the Ragtag Community Daily Prompt: Abide
Of all the ways to open— blackbird on post—oke-n-leedr red winging away
I am of two birds whether the feeder's sure seed or hunger of horizons Writelee initially piloted this yesterday. It is Goodby and Retrospective 1. From May 30, 2018
I am of two birds whether the feeder's sure seed or hunger of horizons Broken
No rainbow over parched pastures. Flood’s promise—mud in a dwindle pool In response to Daily Prompts word of the day, with a broken heart
This May rain :: dull sheen on stone, chill wind-shook-leaves— apple blossom buds. Responding to the day and the prompt: Premature