August Aubade

Early hours of an August day, Still pleasant in the shady yard Provide the opportunity To be still beneath the trees Eyes closed, bathed in birdsong And crescendos of cicadas I pull into my breathing Listening to earth’s music When opening my eyes, I see A chipmunk by my shoeless feet Eyes meet eyes in … More August Aubade

Joie de Vivre

An ocean of leaves wave in a summer breeze splashing my face with a life force that bridges my spirit to tall full trees in August   Photo is an original of trees in my back yard.