090221

blue sky and bright sun water table flees

051621

 

anticipating

the 17-year locusts

feel the buzz

121620b

 

mud-puddle

memories crunch underfoot

stomping ice crystals

091720

 

hold up
in the garden
flowers reach for the sky
 

081820

 

"What?!"

"I said the cicadas are too loud"

"Speak up!"

071520b

the gardener's sick

cucumbers grow to mammoth

proportions

070820b

rain lilies again

a rare treat has become

ho hum

070220c

today's forecast

rain again again

seeds languish inside

070120b

cast off skins

cling to every tree

buzz

062620

her dog rests

in the early morning grass

can't we go home

061720b

cool morning

birds chatter

over breakfast

061420

17 long years

sucking the blood of plants

cicada chorus

061120c

shadows chase

cloud cities shining white

we turn and turn

061120b

the watermelon hat

wet and sticky

but attracts looks

and flies

052320b

I don't use my toes. Does that make them moot or academic? In other news, summer's blanket has been laid across Alabama. The struggle to breathe that thick air. Or:

summer's blanket
covers Alabama
thick air

DN 115 is in a box in my office. The post office is full of the walking maskless.

030720d

today’s southerners

have never seen icicles

eight-month-long summer

crack eggs on the Chrysler’s hood

look for shade and pray for rain

111119c

at Kuiper station
summers get so hot even
Oxygen melts

092419c

gardener checks
dry rain barrels just in case
hot blue sky

092119c

radiometer spins faster
as B joins A in the sky,
flitters sink into the pavement,
smoke rises in the city,
so this is summer.

091619b

fat splats on the windshield
dry bones by the time we park
and get out