glowing coals
buried in the ashes —
peepers at dawn

first light —
not enough words
for green

dawn yoga —
forms change
with a rooster’s call

funeral
her long hair follows
the wind

turning the corner —
a breath of laundry
and lilacs

moonlight
on the sapling’s branch
an unexpected flower

pulled from sleep
by the solstice moon . . .
cowbells

Ascension Day . . .
pastry crumbs
for the bird-table

cathedral shade —
a bee deep inside
the bearded iris

the laughter
of elderly friends
magnolia rain