unplanned detour

bear cubs climbing into the sky

sleet melting in the Beltane sun

fringed polygala

4/20

the way day-old leaves prepare for flight

not as bright as my phone

full moon

American bittersweet

on his gravestone low as the sun​

this longing

to hit the road
goldenrod

toadstools

let me put on
my rain hat

first cold morning

two caterpillars sleeping
in each other’s fur

first cool night

the whole milky way
between crickets

morning fog

woken by a text
about birds

where the oak

split off from its lost half open mouthed

Fog walker

fog walker 
the millipede’s carpet 
of legs