Thursday, August 30, 2012

Dark Watch

Among the shaded weeds.

It sits, eyeing us.

Wednesday, August 29, 2012

Petal Cool

Is how you take it.

Mine, I like it in the morning.

Tuesday, August 28, 2012


Cleverly multiply infolded and placed.

Then colored by experts with delicious finger control.

Monday, August 27, 2012

Saturday, August 25, 2012


Hiding in the shadows.

Glowing from within.

Friday, August 24, 2012

Wednesday, August 22, 2012

Fuzzy Huddler

Sits on a branch. Waiting.

For me to say something intelligent.

Tuesday, August 21, 2012

Monday, August 20, 2012


Straining left, searching.

For something, but for what?

Sunday, August 19, 2012


A gathering of the like-minded.

Even if they have no self-consciousness.

Saturday, August 18, 2012


Is something you miss when.

You're up to your ears in bees.

Friday, August 17, 2012


Is a matter of taste.

This will do for today.

Wednesday, August 15, 2012


Which don't ring.

Are quieter, in the main.

Tuesday, August 14, 2012


Is not present in every life.

Which is good, or we'd all be too happy.

Monday, August 13, 2012


Is a town in Arkansas.

And sometimes is only that.

Sunday, August 12, 2012


Hope Springs Eternal. Said the sign.

Over the Hope Springs mortuary.

Saturday, August 11, 2012

Calling Miss S.

Now I'll remember your name.

Whenever I see it spilled on the path.

Friday, August 10, 2012

Yellow Square

Not lost in the red.

And still eye-catching.

Wednesday, August 08, 2012

Blue Seek

Standing in bunches, waiting around.

Looking for something. Then I walk by.

Tuesday, August 07, 2012


That sound. Exuberant flowers.

Silently exploding along the walkway.

Monday, August 06, 2012

Daylight Darkness

First they sense you nearby.

Then they turn down the lights.

Sunday, August 05, 2012

Doubliket Reality

Anne was out for a walk.

When nothing happened. To her.

Saturday, August 04, 2012


Makes me droop.

And glow bright red.

Friday, August 03, 2012


Are reaching out for me.

As I walk by.

Thursday, August 02, 2012


Blossoms moon quietly.

While background pods poke at the sky.

Wednesday, August 01, 2012

Daisy Wait

No matter how long I stand there and listen.

They don't say anything I can understand.