Soft misty morning;
Sun plays tag with the gray clouds;
Two doves sit on wire.

The stream is hidden
Under a billow of green;
Its trickle is faint.











A hive of mushrooms--
Community of fungi
Take over the tree.

New spray of flowers;
A woman walking her two dogs;
Just Yerry Hill Road.











The bend turns again;
Just around it, mystery
Always unfolding.











The plants are holey
Nibbled with a million bites--
Unseen gluttony.

Orange and yellow--
Jewel weed next to goldenrod:
A fashion statement.

Monarch butterfly
Floats past the old milkweed pods.
It doesn't stop for me.

Dainty little turd
Sits primly by the roadside
Waiting for a foot.