The End

There is nothing sadder
than an empty, disused birdbath
filled with leaves,

First Rain

Gently falling rain,
Dried yellow grass,
Summer’s spell broken.

Those Summer Evenings

Naked in the moonlight
I stand,
cool grass
between my toes.

Stars shine brightly
overhead,
a river of stars
flows across the sky.

The moon has come
and gone,
I feel the cool breeze
wafting over my skin.

I am bathed in starlight,
oh how I wish
for many
more nights like these!

8-2-2017

Summer Heat

Is there any smell,
Worse than the stench coming from,
This stuff between my toes?

These chickens,
Laying as if dead,
In this heat.