2112. buttonbush



where’d it come from
nestled in the green leaves—
little sputnik


Muggy morning walking through the woods, my mind trips back to 1957 and the launching of Sputnik, the beginning of the Space Age. 



2111. smelling roses


end of the day
hurrying home….but wait a minute
look at that sun!




 I couldn’t say no.



2110. reunion


dappled sunlight
the woods, the creek, the rocks
and the good earth



 

I returned to the woods again to walk. I hadn’t been there in quite a while. Meandering along the rolling path, pausing here and there to take in the smells and sounds. I breathed in the warm, moist earthy atmosphere. It was like being home again.