Two willows —
each its own way
with the wind

brilliant sunlight
blue lobelia
through a clearwing’s blur

distant thunder —
a bumble bee hums
in the morning glory

tax day —
a battery-powered breeze
stirs the desk chimes

the muddy river
a few egrets
mark its edge

spring breeze —
I teach my granddaughter
hopscotch

lilacs overgrown
   with honeysuckle
the dooryard loses its way

after the storm
the blue
blue lobelia

sealing dad’s niche . . .
one flowered umbrella
among the black ones

lightning
in a chestnut shell
the evening rain