
Nest on my garden
tiny egg nestled within—
mulch keeping it cool.

Nest on my garden
tiny egg nestled within—
mulch keeping it cool.

Evergreen patches;
no human being in sight—
winter on the beach.

Flying at sunset
I sleep amongst the heavens—
a pillow of clouds.

I’m diving head first,
ground rises up to meet me—
we land; nightmare ends.

Flowers in waiting;
fist rain drops of the season
drifting overhead.