pigmented brushstrokes
color applied
to textured paper
I warmly embrace
a forgotten muse
after the rain
explosion of spring
every shade of green
April’s nurturing sun
purple enticements
under a soggy gray sky
I step across
a squishy backyard,
grape-jelly feeders in hand,
eager for our first
oriole sightings
kalanchoe buttons
nibs of color ready to pounce
pink? yellow? orange delight?
our little world now waits
tribute
Mom’s favorite color
daffodil yellow
a shrine to her memory
the dreamer
paisley incarnations
what is it
you’d always hoped
you’d be?
unsurpassed
together, just the two of us,
oh, how we laugh at Coco’s antics,
the rituals that we witness every day
that growly laugh,
those bright, happy eyes
his perimeter patrols in the backyard
the way he gathers his toys, in succession,
to lure us back to B-E-D to L-A-Y
down again, after breakfast ~
that face, that FACE!
we cherish his sweet puppiness,
though he’s now our senior boy
we adore him, yes
we love him so very much
climbers
clematis shoots
entwine trellis curvatures,
its brilliant white blooms
welcome nourishing rain,
life-giving sun
another haiku
because, you know — Coach!
*
Survivor 50, what a blast
I wasn’t looking forward to this one
but dang! every episode: pure fun
haiku
a strong southerly wind gust
rips across birdbath’s shimmering waters,
sunshine radiant across the Lilliputian surf
A Sawyer's Daughter 
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