No, you’re bigger
you
should’ve swum out for it.
The Abandoned Ball
Conversation Between Seasons
a stand of white birch
call back
to the snow capped mountain
Dogs In Conversation
That’s not six feet.
It feels like six feet.
Well it’s not. It’s three at most.
Mourning Doves In The Afternoon
it’s much too soon
to start a nest dear
it always snows in April
Friendly Conversation
greetings
from the tulips
as the violets wander by
Visit
sit awhile
and listen to
the flowers conversation
Unaccompanied
even in the solitude
every gesture mattered
conversation with self
Green Mountain State
at the inlet
awash in green
wind and current confer
Between the Field and the Clouds
with the crop given
the field speaks to the clouds
of respite and restoration
Speaking in Colors
conversing
with the maple
autumn confidences
In the Shelter Of A Tree
eavesdropping
on the conversation
between the water and the rain