wet
around my canoe
the mountain and clouds

Southern lights
all decks
of the cruise ship

leafless trees…
thoughts filling
with winter

meal’s end-
our garden strawberries
her red tongue- melts

holidays
the skis glide on
the sounds of the snow

my kite
takes to its struggles-
autumn in the park

gentle waves
the tot points to go further
with her cutest grin

gentle waves
the tot shows me
her big arm swims

willows swaying
on the summer breeze-
the river flows- slowly

eucapypt-
in streaks of first light
two peepers- from the nest