Mosaic

Angular gray stones 

mortared in the puddle basin 

with drying sepia mud.

Western Bluebird

Three gray lumps on the fence wire

burst together into whirring lapis.

Autumn Onset

The season’s turned 

a cool wet corner,

across the pasture 

the aspen grove 

is starting to rust.

Mid-Morning Cuppa

Lift the round bowled yellow mug

down from the high sink shelf.

Reach four more times piling 

graduated brown powders

into the white ceramic interior -

light cocoa, yellow brown maca

umber lumps of instant decafe

bare sprinkle of terra cotta chipotle.

Now the steaming kettle and the 

spinning spoon.  Now the first sip.

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.