un-

POSTED sign
of a bear
I stay out
with fewer words

high spring

the Amazon guy touts
sub-orbital tourism

May Day

the engine block buried
in her garden

spring cleaning

in the wilderness
of a broom

sunset

filling my mug
spring peepers

buzzing

to warm up your engine
solitary bee

new Worm Moon

time to replant
flamingos

which cloud

harbors the sun
winter aconites

fallow

mountaintop field
feeding clouds

now that it’s just my winter

mud dauber nests

hanging on

to a single wing
old spiderweb

lost

idiolect are you
my mutter