
the trees wave
in pre-rain winds:
but rain never comes.

the trees wave
in pre-rain winds:
but rain never comes.

a hive of wasps,
each one frenetic:
do they never rest?


a gangly stork
moves swift as a dart
through the sky.

blossoms
in orange & yellow
compete for attention

this Evening Brown
is well-named; it’s sluggish
in the morning.

thick summer clouds
look as dense as the woods
they float over.



packed as Giverny,
water lilies overtake
a sprawling pond.