in the rain
birds return to the feeder
swooping down
then again
to the branches above
in some pattern
i do not yet
understand
it is raining
again
I am in my bathrobe
yet again
and again
a tree shakes its branches
against a backdrop of gray skies
i wonder if it is fearful of winter
scared
to release
to shed its leaves
but it does not seem concerned
it is so in love with this
this precious moment
this moment
no worries at all
about when the last cricket
will stop
and the nights stretch longer
and longer
two butterflies
i’m not sure
how they dance
arhythmic
a fluttering
giving thanks
in madness
spiderweb catches sunlight.
strands stretch, illuminated.
appearing &
disappearing.
the dryer tumbles
rhythmically
the day turns over from
night
crows caw
tidal waters
rock
tidal waters
no rock
