the neighbors stare
from the porch
–tulips

tacky ornaments
out of a musty shoebox
little girl's treasure

looking below
I see the bottom
hesitant

dark clouds
scared children hear
the sound of a train

school's out
movie line
. . . shorter

cool evening air
smell of firewood
marshmallow melts in your mouth

torrent midnight storm
rattling of an Usher door…
Thy sister hath come!

up and down
the water bounces
up and down

icy rain
stings my face
climate of my heart

fallen leaves
the dog
…is buried

cornfield 1
freshly 2 plowed 3
4 deer

blinding rays
through the branches
cruising strobe

sunset on my eyes
sitting ont the rock's edge
saying goodnite

cold snowy expanse
no tracks
anything's possible

pink magnolia in full bloom
thoughts of the day
she becomes Mrs.

wet grass
sliding between my toes
LOOK- a four leaf clover!

fresh snow
human footprints
scattered

summer day
laying in the sun
skin on fire

sunset at the beach
summer love
first kiss

seemingly endless silence
will it come back on
a western fills the air

salmon climbing rapids
know how I feel
sometimes

hot day
skating at the beach
loving the sun

steamy Sunday
she lifts her hair
wet ringlets

early morning
encouraging glance
time for another day

sand on fire
hop, hop, hop, stop
cool blanket

hot sand
under my feet
I run

endless summer's night
spent with you
until the birds sing our song

corn in husks
roasting slowly
in the heat

darkened neighborhood
flashlight beam
tag—you’re it!

every last drop
drinking the juice
of melted popsicles

summer dusk
childhood fun begins
You're it!

summer vacation
no more books
sleeping till noon

baseball caps
all lined in a row
on the outside looking in

awake at dawn
early morning fishing
asleep by the shore

hot summer heat
wet and wild
on the slip-n-slide

reading all day
on the back porch swing
lost . . .

wild dandelions blowing
out of control
cut at it’s prime

sneak in
hoping unnoticed
who's there

summer evening
same woman and dog
sit together on the swing

sleeping grandma in the living room
sleeping grandpa in my bed
storms bring it all

long ears
big heart
she is lead by her nose

Christmas eve
grandma’s pinatas
candy to eat

lights out
covered in ice
here comes everyone

small town
my bicycle
knows the way

bee buzzing
in my ear
you so nosey

country road
wildflowers dot
a sea of green

ice cold popsicle
my dog
eats two

first flower
on the shrub
new beginnings

give a second glance
to the roadside
the return of green grass

clean scent of pine
captive in our living room
a real Christmas tree

lovers walking
enjoying the scents
honeysuckles

stuffy victims
torn to shreads
by the lonely Bischon

Old Faithful
Seemed higher
Years ago

endless field
tiny footsteps through tall grass
smelling flowers as he goes

December morning
his first cry
changed my life

busy four-lane
traffic halted
Mama and her nine goslings waddle safely across

white car
kissing guardrail
snow storm

open window
past circulating blades
lies salty flesh

vacation
swimming . . .
in the rain

cold and creamy
running down their arms
hurry before it melts

snow covered trees
sparkles in the sunlight
snowmobiling

elegant rainbow
after the rain
jumping in puddles

waiting to be caught
lovers watch over their shoulders
--an affair

Easter morning
it’s too cold
for this frilly dress

yesterday
the long stories
I’ll never tell

Alaska
Tourons . . . short
for tourists     morons

cloudy day...
she doesn’t understand
why she is burnt

water wings
small boy
floating

Niagara Falls
rubber raincoats
holding a nun’s hand, not hers