2019 #161

Thanksgiving eve

House is clean, food is ready.

Blessings are many.

2019 #159

“You are wet,

Very, very wet.”

Said the cat

When the dog returned from his nightly perambulation.

2019 #158

Golden leaves fall

crowning the forest floor,

Yesterday’s mud slick with snow.

2019 #156

From the edge, you shine,

Catching my eye with colors,

And stories to tell.

2019 #155

Leaves take flight in the wind,

A murmuration of starlings

Released from trees.