finally . . .
a nice day
playin’ outside

trusting dad
for our safe way home
red lights and sirens

rain d r o p s
rush into
a rusted drain

late night rendezvous
we lose
. . . one hour

stormy night
shadows of creatures
appear for only seconds

cool breeze
clouds moving in
the scent of rain

pillowed clouds
casting shadows
on our picnic blanket

stumbling
through sunbeams
the foal’s first steps

roadside rest stop
dusty postcards
soaked in sunbeams

summer solstice
polka dot swim suit
still dry

lost in daydream
wishing you were here
. . . summer still so far

pencil tapping
50 days to graduation
who’s counting?

warm day
tease
I want summer here

black Labrador
sprints along . . .
the homerun fence

after a long weekend
I come home
to a neon cowboy

sometimes chilly,
we laugh
in the april wind

last minute turn
a highway
of escapades

last minute grocery shopping
admiring the red roses
as she waits in line

spring showers
produce a lake
in a cornfield

rainy morning
the only road to work
. . . covered by a lake?

chasing the dog
wet, slimy mud puddle
he gets away

morning rain afternoon rain evening rain never-ending rain

blazing summer heat
he dives in
after her

up to bat
with numb fingers . . .
strike three

lady bugs
awake from the dead
to take over my home

working saddle soap
against leather
my hand your hand my hand

first warm day
sandaled feet in grass
wedged in the unseen mud

newspaper stained
over white deck table—
berry juice everywhere

carefully stepping
cardboard box full
fresh picked berries . . .
erupt in the air!

slices of apples
filling Grandma’s oven
with freshly baked pie

refreshing pool
inviting me to jump in
test the chlorine please!

fiery orange sun
dips below the horizon
ending a bad day

smell of lilacs
walking through a garden
everything has life

essence or rain
chillin on the porch
putting it all together

black sky
white poka-dots
some big, some small

a friend’s sorrow
reminds me of my own . . .
silver spring rain

car ride sing-a-long
crisp air
filling our lungs

walking the aisles
of my youth
fading smell of horses

unreel the hose
my bucket of suds
overflows

season’s first carwash
scraping away
my winter travels

sorting and folding
carefully packing away
another season

family car
knows the way
the moon leads

cool cement under my back
over the phone
we name the stars

Grandma’s rhubarb
I write my name
with a sparkler

coming home
this year
two inches taller than her

a petrified sandwich
wrapped in plastic and napkins
another spring cleaning treasure

there’s a couch on the porch-spring is here

in the sculpture yard
the metal is rusted
recent snow melt

hooves against
the autumn trail . . .
your spirit flying

it's time!
to ride—
my horse so pretty in the pasture

laying in a row
we drink—
and tan to a golden brown

holding so tight
best friends
never let go

July sun warming
cheap beer
out fished by a mutt lab