war clouds

obliterate

the crimson moon

the bunnies have returned

to decimate

the violets

thirty years ago

fading ivory dogwoods

still missed

haughty cherry trees

choose to ignore

the February forecast

Slowly around the lake

in search of

thumping acorns

The day before the day before November

a singular joy

a singular red maple  leaf

a dark purple

bounty of fallen

mulberries

mid-June marks

the steamy start

of endless summer

as a child of drought

surprising how I still tire

of so much summer green