last night the winter world transformed to summer’s sphere fireflies in the night their aimless paths alight

the silence of colour palette of fall reflected on water white birch trees granite rocks

we don’t know who he said he was we came from curiosity and stayed for the inhumanity

crickets and brittle leaves empty seed pods scurrying in the heavy scent of autumn

Time for a pit stop Half face in rear view mirror Road unwound behind

a cookbook is a strange place to find a recipe for the mind but the notes tell me the lemon tr… blooms year ‘round, never stops; while one branch sweetens the air

I have no family to care for my gr… who doesn’t care where I lay… for fourty years after an argument… which of us was bigger? in the course of our lives we bot…

I am a tree beside the water my ancient roots run deep and wide in Mother Earth as one body dies

Autumn dusk descends Street lights run on rain-slicked… To glistening pools

I’ve known rivers swift currents set free escaping to the brine of the ocean and on to exotic places I’ll never be

liquid blue nightgown made of lighter fare floats in romance of autumn air a ballerina in an erotic dance longing to join that v-trail in th…

the sum of the estate: pictures newspaper clippings poems the memories

looking at the world through drops of counterfeit lace on the window pane

Clouds on horizon Now and then a shorebird’s cry On buffeting wind

a great blue heron watches from a mogul of grass as I scavenge a poem from the marsh Tom Peepety calls