1

his embrace
safe yet cold
sawdust on my tongue

2

raindrops paint
a window pane
steam from a mug

3

my cat and I
gossip about
the careless birds

4

half moon
blue and silver stars
laugh

5

my sisters and I
choosing pink African daisies
for her grave

6

hop, hop
my sister
follows the bunny

7

flying a kite
the wind 
chooses its destination

8

running feet
stars catch his
hand on her hip

9

leather boots
now home 
to daffodils

10

blankets float
over a field
soft shadows

11

the chase continues
up the trunk 
out of sight 

12

hammock dangling from branch
early morning rain 
trickles on my nose 

13

one cup of this
a teaspoon of that
grandma always knows

14

the creek flows peacefully
it will soon become
a skating rink

15

16

there is no crunch
of leaves
dampened by rain

17

18

waiting patiently
his line bobs;
the bass too quick

19

no falling
into a rabbit hole
covered by snow

20

both green
and gilded gold
adorn the rusted grate

21

22

river path
frogs will make
their own

23

red-tipped fingers
inked lines of poetry
once legible

24

black water
she leans over
to see her reflection

25

leaves change
catching the tree
on fire

26

big sister
the moon makes a halo
around her head

27

Sunday morning
leaving early for
burnt coffee and cinnamon dust

28

the bird perched 
in the tree
wind sways it back and fourth 

29

class and practice
finally completed
is it dark already?

30

chrysanthemums
pressed between pages
a crown

31

she takes compliments 
like the breeze—
graceful

32

a white fluffy tail
could it be,
my neighbour's cat?

33

Charlotte 
making her home
in a warm corner