Sunday Morning

watching my line float
listening to the water
waiting for the strike

black caps

green patches in light
nettle thorn and mosquito
guarding wild berries

Rush Rver

black spots with red fins
hiding under rocks and logs
river of spirits

Hay field

emerging from woods
I startle the young red buck
he snorts I chuckle

fields

purple and yellow
color in a sea of green
summer time flowers

Gift of the trees

Green Stars at twilight
Here, there, floating in and out
fire flies be dancing

drive home

Streaks on horizon

Light blue orange red and grey

Rain seeking release