when he says
"I love you"
the blooms trumpet it to my heart
table manners -
the flamingo always
a mirror while dining
autumn end
the last remaining
maple fiery charm
dried river
childhood curiosity of
treasure under the flow ebbs
in the country
only the grand bridge
to remind me of the world beyond
at the dock
the sweet music
of lapping waves
on a bare wall
the rich harvest
from our corn fields
human thoughts
at last travel
faster, higher than the clouds
Slow, but we learn
to appreciate the snail
for its symmetry
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