the only shade
near the diamond
cheers a hit

whatever it was
between the heron
and the seagull
surrenders to a thermal
two circles in

a crackle erupts
from the gun range upwind
summer solstice

we let silence
fill the porch

last night of spring

the campfire drunk
turns green
fireflies!

 

fresh cut grass
the dog's tongue stops briefly
for a pee

beer cans line the deck rail
so empty now
the morning sun

a bumblebee
passes by - the scent
of lilacs

purple irises
the gardener's next fling

cool breeze

she's yet to see a hummingbird

grace the feeder

one-third in
the first voice of boredom
from our youngest hiker

the scree of a blue jay
on the distant edge of pine

afternoon haze
a seagull circles our silence

flat rock 
skip          skip      skip     skip  skip-ip-ip

searching for more

handfuls of dirt pouring out his heart

three goldfinch
whisk among the poplars
my thoughts return
as if they
were never there

lager or ale?
the bubbles seem endless
daytime moon

For bandit's June Moon Viewing Party

Tuesday Morning Witness

late start
the coffee grinder
takes it's time

pushed back on the queue
last night's dishes

gone before
the witness to the window
black-cap chickadee

just like any other day
goldfish bubbles

cookie sneak
busted by
the dog's rush

sunlight plays on the maple
trumpet sounds

paper airplane
just clearing
the rustle of my newspaper