steady rain

not wishing to be
anywhere else

sitting

for a spell
sand stone

say morel

and they all hide
say the old times

high spring

the Amazon guy touts
sub-orbital tourism

May Day

the engine block buried
in her garden

dog-like

my devotion to you
going bloom

tiger beetle

in the road
teach me your kung fu

budburst time

even the empty bench
is turning green

finding where the night goes

cave water

small seeds

the prayer-like feeling
of patting dirt

whitening sky

seed potatoes cut down
to one eye each

one snow

the forest is fully awake for
doomed blooms