The deep voice of a bullfrog — the lilies are so dense, he can cross Goose Lake without touching the water.
On the high platform used by the ospreys, the heads of their young can be seen above the edge of their big rugged nest.
Three brown rabbits. The cry of a flicker. Fields of daisies. Budding chamomile.
In shaded areas, there is one kind of general scent; in sunny areas, there is another. The difference is immediately noticeable, making it necessary, almost, to assign a nostril to each.
A shade eye and a sun eye.
Dormant senses. Latent abilities. Slumbering instincts.
June 4, 2019
Spring to summer
in a day, no lemonade
will quench the way
I feel, a shy stone
when its forest
is cut down.
Songs and Letters, May 15, 2006
Another Song I Know, Cosmopsis Books, 2007