Rain Song

Morning mizzle kisses the umbrella silently

our boots crunch...crunch...crunch lane gravel

a pine we pass beneath interjects a riff of

fat drum drops plop plopping on taunt nylon.

A Prosperous Year for Daddy Longlegs

A brand new six story prey cafe

has sprung up overnight in my

dining room’s southeast corner,

the patient proprietor waiting inverted

beneath the third floor parlor scattered 

with crumbs of previous patrons.

Draining Pickles

Thin dill slices, bits of garlic and

black peppercorns swirl clockwise

below the dripping plastic fork.

September Hawthorn

Amongst the inch long thorns

California quail tchuck and forage 

black wrinkled berry like fruits -

brown seeds in a pea sized skin 

of slightly sweet fruit leather.

September Wheat Fields

Amber corduroy stubble.

Where Ginger Tea Tingles

Back middle on top of tongue

along edge and tip of tongue

roof of mouth at the rear

opening of the throat all round.