just so

Bright late sun
              rust splotched
ferns
       new books
                      tea

acorns plummet into rustles

tufts of leaves
        form sculpted

Laurels

        branchless trees.

        some branches
in sunlight glisten

Ambition wanes
           no tea
left.

Bunting’s Odes.
                                   
                A stump, a hunk
      chunky.

care to remember
        this left out
feeling
                     wayward
uncertainly days

Late season mosquito.

                        each morning
a new feeling
             what have I
done
             this resistance.

A wildflower.
                             A mania of birds.

Memory’s melancholy

                leaves hurtling flood

          cantering dragonflies dervish.
                                   
What will I
     leave
behind
     What will I
take? 
                eep eep of birds
                                     Swish of passing cars.

Alone since
           in this head found
jealous spoils.

       A castle to ruin.
                                   
                      Wine stain.

                      Better times.

now an inheritance

            beautifully
        just
            so.