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?

Buddha Sits

Today's to-do list— But the wild mustard, so yellow, This sunny chair, warm.

All Abide

Droop of August grass ants’ pheromone rush— cricket chirp In response to the Ragtag Community Daily Prompt: Abide

Of All the Ways

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

On the End of the Daily Post

I am of two birds whether the feeder's sure seed or hunger of horizons Broken

A Promise is so Easy to Give Up

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

In Summer Expectancy

This May rain :: dull sheen on stone, chill wind-shook-leaves— apple blossom buds. Responding to the day and the prompt: Premature

A Meadow Lark Whistles

Wind clacks in willows A Meadow Lark whistles I will sit a while. Still.