Waiting for the blade to bend, stranded on a windblown …
She bends others to her will with a splash of …
An occasional sojourner in the pocket of a forgotten flower, …
The smallest spider wakes before dawn, a living landscape points …
The day’s last flight, outrunning the sun in a search …
Honey bees aflame slip through an ephemeral landscape of angled …
A spider does a little soft shoe, an old-time arachnid …
Common the grackle may be, here’s a black and white …
Dusk comes earlier, everyone around me seems more hurried, the …
The wise old grackle says,
“Despite snow today, Spring is …
