sun touches the horizon
slides from sight
my fingers gather small pebbles



* * *


in the garden
dead-heading marigolds --
their rusty smell embedded
in my fingers


* * *


arashi
wind-driven rain
silks that wrap and fold
the storm within --

climbing ivy
russet and gold --
love lines from the earth

on the deck
flip-flops warming in the sun
another year before
I feel that feeling . . .

paint brush rests
by my side --
shaft of light breaks
sparrow-gray skies

i smell old dreams
they grip my heart
then slowly sink --
no peace tonight

here is my song --
last blossom
such joy
yet so fleeting