suppose a bee
lands on your scattered ashes
honeypot house
suppose a bee
lands on your scattered ashes
honeypot house
trees waving
to passing clouds
a winter sunday
falling deeper in love
with birds sky sea grass
mary oliver poems
don’t feel like
writing haiku today
slushy snow
icy path
to the bird feeders
urge to fly
overcast
forecast today
that defiant sun
gray skies
on an icy day
glazed bushes
everyone
all eyes today
opthomologist’s office
friendships
come and go
fading sunset
buds
a bit plumper
spring stirrings