How it’s here puzzles him— here under exhibit glass and lights, his old, lost marbles taw?!
Jewel of morning, dew glint on willow leaf. Summer wind shakes it
Summer dusk, poem thought— hummingbird hums in, whirs out— gone, just like that, it's gone. A poem composed last night before the Ragtag Community WOD, transition, was posted—but applicable.
Under a pale sun— a thicket’s last leaf and, wind-ragged, a yellow finch Posted in response to the Ragtag daily prompt: Solitude.
Whether that shovel leans against the shed or turns soil is irrelevant.
In my willows, magpies— will they yatter this conceit all summer long?
with scent of lilacs blooming in the yard, lingering winter kill fetor
In the greening pasture beige stalks of last year’s yellow sweet clover Posted in response to the Ragtag Community daily prompt verdant.
one star fleets through clouds above of the bar’s neon "open" flickering off and on.
A wintering of her mind churns the gone familiars of ninety-two years? Posted in response to the Ragtag Community Daily Prompt cyclone.