Month: August 2021

Morning fog
Hanging on every
Ray of light

Slipping through
The wet river trails
Gumbo on my shoes

One low gray cloud
Stretching out over town
And back in time

All the raindrops
Resting upon
The fallen leaf

Over the esker
Through the poplar canopy
A plate full of food

Between sleep
And morning errands
Cool of the forest

Glowing pink orb
Rising behind the
Curves of the track

Today’s poem
Stretching out behind
The sun-lined cloud

The narrow trail
Towards the rising sun
Expanding

Chokecherry bushes
Stop to pick and refuel
Spitting out the pits