morning dew velvet air perfumed vines

red rivers inkblot sky

casting a wish to the wind

waning crescent to-night how swift she ebbed

the uncontrollable creature will rend you asunder and dismantle this world but how fashionable! you simply must get one

change arriving sure as the seasons

a good day for trouble

spied a spider donned masquerade costume among the ants

wandering the commons o’er hill and dale

hello my fellow travelers

misty rains blue morning

predawn birdsong

cutting down a grand old tree for what! a curse upon them

daily the vines creep up the windows no matter

counting by one-thousands as a child I were taught to track how the stormline advances between lightning and roof shaking cracks of thunder

safe travels to-day

dripping berry boughs of poison poke festooned with honey vine

seeds of kindness sown in the unkind world come harvest how large thine deeds hath grown

good news to-day is near over

full moon to-night

swirling thunderous storm

crickets in the tall tall grass

very sharp teeth

orange moon low in the sky

bright blue skies and clouds long journey much like those years ago

grand rising

days in the sun

yearning for peaceful days and restful nights

crickets at night sonorous

still I hope