Pulled weeds this morning

My fingers still smell like dirt

It’s been a good day

 O the refeshment!

A blue jay in the puddle

Flitter - flutter - splash!

 Neither when nor was

Every time that I wake up

It is still today

No delight compares

Surrounded by sensation

A dog in the woods

Listen carefully

Can you hear beyond the words?

The most is unsaid

 There's much to be gained

From an aimless meander

Each stride adventure

Just the hawk and I

Drifting in the equinox

Warming air lifts us 

 what his eyes revealed

never so secret again

love changed forever

 Fully propounded

The moon hangs like a question

A bright cloudless night

There should be a group

Where they share stories of loss 

Socks Without Partners

 Cleaned out the garage

Found letters from my young loves

Some still make me cry

 He would be a fool

To not know that he's a fool

Certainly likewise

 The way that you think

Bears more import than the what

But less than you feel

Suspended in dawn

 Ghost of a summer's flower

Gauzy perfection

 here's the gist of it

i've lived with me long enough

 to know i'll be fine

 Heavens to Betsy!

My mother used to exclaim

I still don't get it

 Donald and JD

Stay away from dogs and cats

They can smell a fraud

 In the dry lake bed

The elk assemble to graze

Before heading south 

 See their hollow eyes

Who is want will seek for some

Hunger breeds the thieves 

 When the data thinks

The union of opposites

Leaves one dimension

 What is it of grass

That reaches into our hearts

Cool blades of calm

our new intellect 

choices but few alternatives

a spare amplitude

Summer paseo

Cicadas sing in the gloam

Neighbors on the porch

 When you need a friend

To bring gladness and respite

Call one with four legs

 Summer afternoon

Just one rule for kids at play

Be home by supper

 How sweet September

The last breath of the summer 

Still green and mellow

Appreciation

 My dog's chin rests on my lap

He thanks more than I

 The twilight holds fast

To the last reserves of day

As night advances

What now hereafter 

What will I write when I'm gone

Not of things to come