hard rain-
ducks on the grass,
not in the pond

Rose Garden

first bloom
-how long I've waited
for your smile

all day spent
pulling weeds-
ring around the tub

the dead...
alive and well
in our stories

gone now
the torso left
upright

in the culvert
two bubbles
become one

a rainy walk
thinking of you

crotchety-
what happened to your tail
little squirrel?