sunlit meadow —
       fritillaries
       just frittering

a lizard tail
released in my pinched fingers
the scent of thyme

the pregnant woman
shifts on the bleachers . . .
extra innings

scent of roses —
the healer’s hands
grow warmer

dogday night
one bug zap
at a time

the bride
on her way to the groom
scent of rose

blistering heat
a child frightens me
with a rubber spider

street fair
colors from the suncatcher
touch the mime

fiery sky
swifts spiral
into a chimney

hot night —
the orchestration of crickets
and tinkling ice