the sound of nails

on fencewood - a squirrel pours

into the garden

the path crack

spilling ants - mopped up

by a waiting wren

grey sky

a white butterfly

dodges raindrops

in the birdbath

a dash of lime -

greenfinch

lemon leaf fall

more on the windowsill

than the plant

summer stigmata

everyday she wears

a new bite

with a shimmer

ants ascend - above

the gulls circle

these days I can’t read

without something crawling

across my page

my mother’s pansies

unwilling to forgive

days without water

the bush heavy

with pink - the pink

heavy with bees

ruffled clouds

in my confusion

sky looks like sea