Little pink droplets
raining down on my back yard
a feast for the bees
Flowering
Sail
Summer sun kissed sails—
on shore I stand longingly
gently rippling waves.
Happy
High, we find ourselves
so ecstatically drunk
on fresh mountain air.
Extend
Fisher seeks fresh food,
casting a line far and wide,
giant tree does, too.
Scatter
Thoughts scattered like clouds
lingering in sleepy towns
wistful wandering
