An uncomfortable day at our pond, and yet we still dream.


autumn rain
drips from the changing leaves
this clock

It could happen.


cranberries
floating on this harvest bog
a crayfish

From two nights past, the storm... .


in this wind
the swamp birches dance
golden rod

To a friends joy, we welcome you, "Max!"


a birth
out of this cracked egg
sunrise


And from my scribble book, a few weeks past, and a rare -adjusted- comment.


bouquet ribbon
these black-eyed susans
a spider web