morning sun
cherry petals drying
on a turtle’s back

young green poplars . . .
recalling
that kind of intensity

roadside huddle
of thatched roof huts
earthy rain scent

the sweet peas
begin their climb
solstice

wild roses
the farm wife shears
a gravid ewe

first warm day
Harleys gleam
the length of the diner

budding maples —
an updraft
of goldfinches

Manhattan skyline
my son is getting married
tonight

weeds uprooted
the earth
under my fingernails

mountain overlook
a rush of perfume
from the seniors’ tour bus