The trill of a distant red winged blackbird ..calling out for his mate
The gentle grace of a lone tree…
The taste of spring’s sweet earth.
Seeing Me
Some days I think about that 6th sense….this un-identifiable feeling.
What is real? And what am I only imagining?
Someone was watching. I felt it. I knew it.
But always - I’m alone…without another anywhere to be found.
And then - she was.
What I imagined was real and true.
From behind this quiet tree - someone really was seeing me.
Summer Heat
Summer heat….humidity….and a rumble of distant thunder.
These early mornings - I’ve come to embrace this alone-ness….this time to think…this space to be.
Over the hill…and around the corner…and there she stood.
Smiling…sweetly…curious.
Alone…and not at all lonely.
She and me.