Voices in the breeze
Fade swiftly in the dim air.
Plane buzzes above.









Daisies near the pond;
Robin sits on a fence pole;
Dogs howl far away.

Under the green leaves
The sound of running water;
It's the hidden stream.

Peeking from the tree
A bushy cluster of ferns
Taking shelter there.

Grayness and sunshine
Follow each other smoothly;
Ever shifting moods.












Belle loves to play fetch
But never gives the stick back.
(She has her own rules).

A car rushed towards me
Swerving at the last second.
Random violent act?









Sparkling soft and white;
Perched gently between the leaves.
Is it fairy spit?