To enjoy it's shade,
feel it's leafy breezes upon your face...

I stop and listen often,
to crinkling leaves of grace...

Early dawn,
milking ol Bessy...

I felt a pinch-
from a rising feather...

She collects her thoughts
coiled, submissive to colors...

kissing rosemary
leaves, falling silently; slow...

Sunshine basking behind thunderous clouds
frozen icicles shadow flames of spring...

The lady with eight fingers
webs gauze around dangling...

There are times in a woman's life
when her lower lip crinkles...

My body is crumbling
such as an unstable...

Dragonflies sing tunes
upon a blue misty dusk...

Doing household chores,
allows me to sneak a peak...